seventh requiem

See how the setting sun, with ruddy glow, the green embossed hamlet fires. He sinks and fades, the day is lived and gone. He hastens forth new scenes of life to waken. O for a wing to lift and bear me on, and on to where his last rays beckon.

To arrive at a just estimate of a renowned man’s character one must judge it by the standards of his time, not ours.

—Samuel Clemens

Its a rare man who is taken for what he truly is

—Schmendrick the magician

This is how I feel when things go better than I ever thought.

This is how I feel when things go better than I ever thought.

(via pixystixchainsaw)