Emotions and Feelings

Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,

Like one, that on a lonesome road

Oh Sleep! it is a gentle thing,

The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she,

The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she,

As idle as a painted ship

Water, water, everywhere,

‘Why look’st thou so?’—With my cross-bow

He holds him with his glittering eye—

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,

And all who heard should see them there,

A damsel with a dulcimer

It was a miracle of rare device,

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A savage place! as holy and enchanted

And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin

I don’t consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

I don’t consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

Victor Hugo was a madman who thought he was Victor Hugo.

Victor Hugo was a madman who thought he was Victor Hugo.

Say not the struggle naught availeth,

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars.

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars.

How long will you abuse our patience, Catiline?