I have ten commandments. The first nine are, thou shalt not bore. The tenth is, thou shalt have right of final cut.
I have ten commandments. The first nine are, thou shalt not bore. The tenth is, thou shalt have right of final cut.
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
If we are to keep democracy, there must be a commandment: Thou shalt not ration justice.
Lie quietly, and hear a little more;
Nay, do not struggle, for thou shalt not rise:
To make thee hate the hunting of the boar,
Unlike myself thou hear'st me moralize,
Applying this to that, and so to so;
For love can comment upon every woe.
The commandment 'Thou shalt not kill' does not say it's O.K. to kill some people and not others.
'Thou shalt not get found out' is not one of God's commandments; and no man can be saved by trying to keep it.
Teach thy tongue to say 'I do not know,' and thou shalt progress.
And the first commandment of feminism is: I am woman; thou shalt not tolerate strange gods who assert that women have capabilities or often choose roles that are different from men's.
We don't need lists of rights and wrongs, tables of do's and don'ts: we need books, time, and silence. Thou shalt not is soon forgotten, but Once upon a time lasts forever.
If we are to keep our democracy, there must be one commandment: "Thou shalt not ration justice."
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.
Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch
Turn, and return, indenting with the way;
Each envious briar his weary legs doth scratch,
Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay:
For misery is trodden on by many,
And being low never reliev'd by any.
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the wars of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Therein thyself shalt find
The "Undiscovered Continent" --
No Settler had the Mind.
Thou shalt not ration justice.
Is there not an art, a music, and a stream of words that shalt be life, the acknowledged voice of life?
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories