I'm 23 years old. I might just be my mother's child but in all reality I'm everybody's child. Nobody raised me I was raised in this society.
People smile at me as if they know me. I just smile back. They probably might know me.
Remember even though the outside world might be raining if you keep on smiling the sun will soon show its face and smile back at you.
They might not need me but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.
I have been a reader of Science Fiction and Fantasy for a long time since I was 11 or 12 I think so I understand it and I'm not at all surprised that readers of the genre might enjoy my books.
The time was not yet ripe for the growth of mathematical science among us and any development that might have taken place in that direction was rudely stopped by the civil war.
Half of the modern drugs could well be thrown out of the window except that the birds might eat them.
In science 'fact' can only mean 'confirmed to such a degree that it would be perverse to withhold provisional assent.' I suppose that apples might start to rise tomorrow but the possibility does not merit equal time in physics classrooms.
Nolan has the strangest affect on people. You know I think there's something very sad and little boy about him but at the same time the way he goes about everything is so awkward and obnoxious. He can never say the right thing you know? And I think if he just didn't try so hard and calmed down people might actually like him a bit more!
And for some reason when I'm sad I do listen to Leonard Cohen I do listen to Joni Mitchell. I do find myself going to the music that's actually reflecting my mood as opposed to sticking on Motown which might actually bring my mood up.
However we might oppose it abortion is a sad feature of modern life.
Just because I'm talking about something that might have been a sad or painful situation doesn't mean that I'm sad or tortured 24 hours a day any more than anybody else is.
For all sad words of tongue and pen The saddest are these 'It might have been'.
The Romantic poets were the prototype ramblers and I've often found myself following in their footsteps - although perhaps not all of their footsteps since a typical walk for Samuel T. Coleridge might last two days and cover 145km.
When I was younger - it might be a romantic idea - I always thought I might go crazy.
I'm not what you might call sexy but I'm romantic. Let's put it that way.
About the twenty-third year of my age I had many fresh and heavenly openings in respect to the care and providence of the Almighty over his creatures in general and over man as the most noble amongst those which are visible.
Nonetheless do I have respect for people who believe in the hereafter? Of course I do. I might add perhaps even a touch of envy too because of the solace.
To win the cause we all believe in the spread of true democracy all over the world we need to win by example not just with speeches but by example not just with military might but by gaining the respect of the world.
There are forms of art that I might not like to do myself but I still have respect for the artists who create it.
Since narcissism is fueled by a greater need to be admired than to be liked psychologists might use that fact as a therapeutic lever - stressing to patients that being known as a narcissist will actually cause them to lose the respect and social status they crave.
We shall listen not lecture learn not threaten. We will enhance our safety by earning the respect of others and showing respect for them. In short our foreign policy will rest on the traditional American values of restraint and empathy not on military might.
All men are somewhat ridiculous and grotesque just because they are men and in this respect artists might well be regarded as man multiplied by two. So it is was and shall be.
I need privacy. I would think that because what I do makes a lot of people happy that I might deserve a little bit of respect in return. Instead the papers try to drag me off my pedestal.