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| Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. Sonnet 116 - Shakesphere |
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| This above all: to thine ownself be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Hamlet (scene III) - Shakesphere |
| Afoot and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune - I myself am good-fortune; Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Strong and content, I travel the open road. The earth - that is sufficient; I do not want the constellations any nearer; I know they are very well where they are; I know they suffice for those who belong to them. Still here I carry my old delicious burdens; I carry them, men and women - I carry them with me wherever I go; I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them; I am fill'd with them, and I will fill them in return. Song of the Open Road (verse I) - Walt Whitman |
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