Wednesday, September 1, 2010


Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.                          

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow. 

- Langston Hughes

1 comment:

  1. "Perhaps in New Salem I'll find out who I am. Perhaps I'll find out if, deep down, I'm a good man - or will I discover my feet are of very weak clay? I'm looking forward to finding out - or am I? I'm so confused. Can everyone my age be this mixed up and not know who they are or where they're going?"

    -at age 21, Abraham Lincoln