“Where is the justice of political power if it executes the murderer and jails the plunderer, and then itself marches upon neighboring lands, killing thousands and pillaging the very hills?” IfsWisdomPoliticalChurchJusticeLandKillingCorruptionHillsMarchJailMurdererPolitical PowerPillaging Author:Khalil Gibran
“Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild, stormy month! in praise of thee; Yet though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me. For thou, to northern lands, again The glad and glorious sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of Spring.” ArtNamesSpeakSunLandWindMonthsSpringPraiseTrainGladPassingPassingsWelcomeTheeLoudGentleGloriousMarchBleakStormy Author:William C. Bryant
“Lords, I protest my soul is full of woe That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow. Come, mourn with me for what I do lament, And put sullen black incontinent. I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land To wash this blood off from my guilty hand. March sadly after. Grace my mournings here In weeping after this untimely bier.” ShouldBookSoulHandsGrowsBlackLordGraceBloodLandHolyGuiltyMy SoulMourningProtestMarchWoeWeepingMournVoyagesLamentSullenSprinklesHoly Land Book:Histories of Shakespeare in Plain and Simple English (a Modern Translation and the Original Version) Source: Histories of Shakespeare in Plain and Simple English (a Modern Translation and the Original Version)
“This is the ancient land, where wisdom made its home before it went into any other country... Here is the same India whose soil has been trodden by the feet of the greatest sages that ever lived... Look back, therefore, as far as you can, drink deep of the eternal fountains that are behind, and after that look forward, march forward, and make India brighter, greater, much higher, than she ever was.” LooksHas BeensMadeCountryHomeBehindsGreaterFeetLandHigherDrinkEternalIndiaAncientSoilMarchOther CountriesSageFountainBrighter Author:Swami Vivekananda