“Among the responsibilities of command is the necessity to punish . . . but only when the victim demands it.”
Nature’s beauteous form Contains a lovely essence Called by some—decay. By this lovely presence New life finds its way. Tears shed silently Are but water of the soul: They bring new life To the pain of being— A separation from that seeing Which death makes whole.
To the pain of being— A separation from that seeing Which death makes whole.
“The purpose of argument is to change the nature of truth.”