The North Wind Doth Blow
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then,
Poor thing?
He’ll sit in a barn,
To keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing.
Archive for November, 2005
From Mother Goose
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30 November 2005 |
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Joseph Heller
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29 November 2005 |
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Success and failure are both difficult to endure. Along with success come drugs, divorce, fornication, bullying, travel, meditation, medication, depression, neurosis and suicide. With failure comes failure.
Success and failure are both difficult to endure. Along with success come drugs, divorce, fornication, bullying, travel, meditation, medication, depression, neurosis and suicide. With failure comes failure.
George Eliot
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28 November 2005 |
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I’m proof against that word failure. I’ve seen behind it. The only failure a man ought to fear is failure of cleaving to the purpose he sees to be best.
I’m proof against that word failure. I’ve seen behind it. The only failure a man ought to fear is failure of cleaving to the purpose he sees to be best.
Savielly Grigorievitch Tartakower
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27 November 2005 |
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Victory goes to the player who makes the next-to-last mistake.
Victory goes to the player who makes the next-to-last mistake.
Hilaire Belloc
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26 November 2005 |
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Tarantella
Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?
And the tedding and the spreading
Of the straw for a bedding,
And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees,
And the wine that tasted of tar?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
(Under the vine of the dark verandah)?
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda,
Do you remember […]
Tarantella
Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?
And the tedding and the spreading
Of the straw for a bedding,
And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees,
And the wine that tasted of tar?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
(Under the vine of the dark verandah)?
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda,
Do you remember […]
Henry David Thoreau
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25 November 2005 |
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To affect the quality of the day, that is the art of life.
To affect the quality of the day, that is the art of life.
William of Occam
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24 November 2005 |
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The explanation requiring the fewest assumptions is the most likely to be correct.
The explanation requiring the fewest assumptions is the most likely to be correct.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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23 November 2005 |
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Know’st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom,
Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket’s gloom,
Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows,
And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose?
Know’st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom,
Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket’s gloom,
Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows,
And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose?
Godfrey Hardy
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21 November 2005 |
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317 is a prime, not because we think so, or because our minds are shaped in one way rather than another, but because it is so, because mathematical reality is built that way.
317 is a prime, not because we think so, or because our minds are shaped in one way rather than another, but because it is so, because mathematical reality is built that way.
William Thackeray
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20 November 2005 |
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Attacking is the only secret. Dare and the world always yields; or if it beats you sometimes, dare it again and it will succumb.
Attacking is the only secret. Dare and the world always yields; or if it beats you sometimes, dare it again and it will succumb.
Theodore Roethke
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19 November 2005 |
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In a Dark Time
In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood–
A lord of nature weeping to a tree,
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.
What’s madness but nobility of soul
At odds with […]
In a Dark Time
In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood–
A lord of nature weeping to a tree,
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.
What’s madness but nobility of soul
At odds with […]
Ursula K. Le Guin
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18 November 2005 |
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The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty, not knowing what comes next.
The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty, not knowing what comes next.