What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!
I am 33 years old, and what can I have been doing that I still am in a muddle? But everyone else is, too; maybe our muddles are concurrent.
Most of us think of pride as self-centeredness, conceit, boastfulness, arrogance, or haughtiness. All of these are elements of the sin, but the heart, or core, is still missing. The central feature of pride is enmity – enmity toward God and enmity toward our fellowmen.
The heights of popularity and patriotism are still the beaten road to power and tyranny.
The movie theater is never going away. If that was a case why are there still restaurants? People still have kitchens in their home!
Sunset is still my favorite color, and rainbow is second.
After the Manchu government had carried on wars with foreign nations and had been defeated, China was forced to sign many unequal treaties. Foreign nations are still using these treaties to bind China, and as a result, China fails at whatever she attempts.
Thought is a kind of opium; it can intoxicate us, while still broad awake; it can make transparent the mountains and everything that exists.
Instead, it appears to be a particular mark of beauty that it is considered with tranquil satisfaction; that it pleases if we also do not possess it and we are still far removed from demanding to possess it.
Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune’s darlings.