And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.” —
“A Drinking Song”
Happy Birthday, W.B. Yeats!
It’s gotta get better than this. We’re trapped in the American Dream. Give me liberty, or give me death. I can’t imagine this is the type of life they were fighting for.
You can burn wildly, but accomplish nothing.