All progress is through faith and hope in something. The measure of a poet is in the largeness of thought which he can apply to any subject, however trifling. -Lafcadio Hearn-
Friday, November 12, 2010
All human beings are limbs of each other, having been created of one essence.
When time affects a limb with pain, The other limbs cannot at rest remain.
If thou feel not other's misery, A human being is no name for thee.
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