How chang'd since last her speaking eye
Glanc'd gladness round the glitt'ring room,
Where high-born men were read more

How chang'd since last her speaking eye
Glanc'd gladness round the glitt'ring room,
Where high-born men were proud to wait--
Where Beauty watched to imitate.

Growth means change and change involves risk, stepping from the known to the unknown.

Growth means change and change involves risk, stepping from the known to the unknown.

If you don't like how things are, change it! You're not a tree.

If you don't like how things are, change it! You're not a tree.

This Mirabeau's work, then is done. He sleeps with the primeval
giants. He has gone over to the majority: read more

This Mirabeau's work, then is done. He sleeps with the primeval
giants. He has gone over to the majority: "Abiit ad plures."

It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for read more

It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.

We change, whether we like it or not

We change, whether we like it or not

Nothing is more annoying than a low man raised to a high
position.
[Lat., Asperius nihil est humil read more

Nothing is more annoying than a low man raised to a high
position.
[Lat., Asperius nihil est humil cum surgit in altum.]

Concerning all acts of iniative and creation, there is one elementary truth- that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then read more

Concerning all acts of iniative and creation, there is one elementary truth- that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves, too. -W.H. Murray.

Whose foot is on the treadle/That turns the burning stars/Has spun the world half way round/Since last I called/Come down, read more

Whose foot is on the treadle/That turns the burning stars/Has spun the world half way round/Since last I called/Come down, come down.
That stars that in September/Looked through the mournful rain/Now set their sight again/Upon a world half night, half light
Men of distant years have said/That much depends on change of seasons/On solstices and equinox/And they have given reasons.
I disagree./Too much turns on inadvertence/On what seems to be/An accident of hand and knee/A chance sunrise/A glance of eyes.