"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The soul that rises with us, our life"s star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But railing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home."
-William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it.
For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it.
For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.
The Trouble Wid A Rat Race... Is That
Even If U Win, U Are Still A Rat...
So
Always Run Wid Lions... No Matter Even If U R Defeated... U R Still A Lion... ;->
