If he be so resolved, I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betrayed with trees And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, Lions with toils, and men with flatterers
Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances, Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And is anxious in its sleep. . . .
The husband was a teetotaller, there was no other woman, and the conduct complained of was that he had drifted into the habit of winding up every meal by taking out his false teeth and hurling them at his wife.
Some believe all that parents, tutors, and kindred believe. They take their principles by inheritance, and defend them as they would their estates, because they are born heirs to them.
mubarak!! mubarak!! shaadi ki mubarak..aray nahi EID MUBARAK..itni kushi main sab kuch bul gaya par tumhe nahi...maza karo, ishq karo, pyaar karo, or muje vapas sms karo. Meri lye Eid ki sirf ek mathlab hai vo hai TUM..intezaar hai kab hojayegi HUM....islye Mubarak, Mubarak!!!
Khuda Ki Itni Badi Kainat Mein Maine
Bas Ek Shakhs Ko Manga, Mujhe Vahi Na Mila
Bahut Ajeeb Hai Ye Kurbato Ki Doori Bhi
Voh Mere Saath Raha Aur Mujhe Kabhi Na Mila
What is good? All that heightens the feeling of power, the will to power, power itself. What is bad? All that is born of weakness. What is happiness? The feeling that power is growing, that resistance is overcome.
Mil gaye ho tum to mil gayee hai zindagi bhar ka sukoon,
Majboori aur farz ki zanjeer mein jakade hai hum aur jakade ho tum,
Magar mere har dard aur aah woh hi ek hai jo samajhte hai,
Phir bhi unke ek jhalak ke liye yehaankhen hai jo tarasti hai.
If I quake, what matters it what I quake at? Our proper vice takes form in one or another shape, according to the sex, age, or temperament of the person, and, if we are capable of fear, will readily find terrors.
Some say that gleams of a remoter world Visit the soul in sleep that death is slumber, And that its shapes the busy thoughts outnumber Of those who wake and live.
Idealism does not represent a superfluous expression of emotion, but in truth it has been, is, and will be, the premise for what we designate as human culture...Without his idealistic attitude all, even the most dazzling faculties of the intellect, would remain mere intellect just like outward appearance without inner value, and never creative force....The purest idealism is unconsciously equivalent to the deepest knowledge.