Whose foot is on the treadle/That turns the burning stars/Has spun the world half way round/Since last I called/Come down, read more

Whose foot is on the treadle/That turns the burning stars/Has spun the world half way round/Since last I called/Come down, come down.
That stars that in September/Looked through the mournful rain/Now set their sight again/Upon a world half night, half light
Men of distant years have said/That much depends on change of seasons/On solstices and equinox/And they have given reasons.
I disagree./Too much turns on inadvertence/On what seems to be/An accident of hand and knee/A chance sunrise/A glance of eyes.

There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found read more

There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in travelling in a stagecoach, that ;it is often a comfort to shift one's position, and be bruised in a new place.

I am not now
That which I have been.

I am not now
That which I have been.

Change is inevitable - except from a vending machine.

Change is inevitable - except from a vending machine.

The hardest thing in golf is trying to two-putt when you have to, because your brain isn't wired that way. read more

The hardest thing in golf is trying to two-putt when you have to, because your brain isn't wired that way. You're accustomed to trying to make putts, and when you change that mind-set, your brain short-circuits, especially under pressure.

We are chameleons, and our partialities and prejudices change place with an easy and blessed facility, and we are soon read more

We are chameleons, and our partialities and prejudices change place with an easy and blessed facility, and we are soon wonted to the change and happy in it.

Everybody wants to be somebody; nobody wants to grow. -Goethe.

Everybody wants to be somebody; nobody wants to grow. -Goethe.

To-day is not yesterday: we ourselves change; how can our Works
and Thoughts, if they are always to be read more

To-day is not yesterday: we ourselves change; how can our Works
and Thoughts, if they are always to be the fittest, continue
always the same? Change, indeed, is painful; yet ever needful;
and if Memory have its force and worth, so also has Hope.

Things do not change, we do.

Things do not change, we do.