Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth,
And make use of your wings while you may.
. . . .
But tho' dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite,
They at last found it dangerous play;
Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth,
Only dazzle to lead us astray.
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The world always seems brighter when you've just made something that wasn't there before.rn
The world always seems brighter when you've just made something that wasn't there before.rn
The wide world is all before us--
But a world without a friend.
The wide world is all before us--
But a world without a friend.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by read more
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
This is the way the world ends ... Not with a bang but with a whimper.
This is the way the world ends ... Not with a bang but with a whimper.
After this I beheld, and, lo, a great multitude, which no man
could number, of all nations, and kindreds, read more
After this I beheld, and, lo, a great multitude, which no man
could number, of all nations, and kindreds, and people, and
tongues, stood before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed
with white robes, and palms in their hands;
And cried with a loud voice, saying, Salvation to our God which
sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb.
The world is getting to be such a dangerous place, a man is lucky to get out of it alive.
The world is getting to be such a dangerous place, a man is lucky to get out of it alive.
We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.
We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.
Renounce the devil and all his works, the vain pomp and glory of
the world.
Renounce the devil and all his works, the vain pomp and glory of
the world.
