The great French Marshall Lyautey once asked his gardener to plant a tree. The gardener objected that the tree was slow growing and would not reach maturity for 100 years. The Marshall replied, 'In that case, there is no time to lose; plant it this afternoon!'
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I've been here so long. I think it’s time to move. The winters so cold. The summers over to soon. Let’s pack our bags. And settle down where palm trees grow.
She told me that life is but a lucid dream. And when you die, you wake up. We are free to do anything in lucid dreams, but why can't I fly? "Because..." she said, "you don't believe in dreams."
It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.
Learn to drive. Get a job. Go to work. Get a girlfriend. Have children. Follow fashion. Act normal. Walk on the pavement. Watch TV. Save for your old age. Obey the law.
Tell me what's wrong with society When everywhere I look I see Rich guys driving big SUVs While kids are starving in the streets No one cares. Is everybody going crazy?
Drop everything now Meet me in the pouring rain Kiss me on the sidewalk Take away the pain 'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around 'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it "Christmas" and went to church; the Jews called it "Hanukka" and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say "Merry Christmas!" or "Happy Hanukka!" or (to the atheists) "Look out for the wall!"
The great French Marshall Lyautey once asked his gardener to plant a tree. The gardener objected that the tree was slow growing and would not reach maturity for 100 years. The Marshall replied, 'In that case, there is no time to lose; plant it this afternoon!'
So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell, blue skys from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?
