The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end the poem is not a thing we see-it is rather a light by which we may see-and what we see is life.
There was, however, a difference between his mood and that of the rest of the cabinet. They felt desperate; he felt challenged.
An Edwardian lady in full dress was a wonder to behold and her preparations...
Leadership is the capacity to translate vision into...
A good leader must be fair.
Leadership is of the spirit, compounded of personality and vision.
