Dead Poets Society
I love music. Classical to classic rock to jazz to rock to blues… I love just about anything that puts words to music in an effort to express the inner man. It has been said, and I believe it, that when words fail, music speaks. Nothing else has the potential to so perfectly and eloquently [...]
Men judge generally more by the eye than by the hand, for everyone can see and few can feel. Everyone sees what you appear to be, few really know what you are. -Niccolo Machiavelli
Why, do you think, do few people really know what you are? There is, I’m sure, a veritable cornucopia of reasons, but [...]
Stolen shamelessly from Dead Poets Society.
Seize the day. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Why does the writer use these lines? Because we are food for worms, lads. Because believe it or not, each of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold and die. [...]