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Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
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19 December 2005 |
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G K Chesterton
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18 December 2005 |
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The object of opening the mind, as of opening the mouth, is to shut it again on something solid.
The object of opening the mind, as of opening the mouth, is to shut it again on something solid.
T S Elliot
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17 December 2005 |
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The Hollow Men
I
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us […]
The Hollow Men
I
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us […]
Leonardo da Vinci
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16 December 2005 |
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Iron rusts from disuse; stagnant water loses its purity and in cold weather becomes frozen; even so does inaction sap the vigor of the mind.
Iron rusts from disuse; stagnant water loses its purity and in cold weather becomes frozen; even so does inaction sap the vigor of the mind.
Ken Hakuta
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15 December 2005 |
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Lack of money is no obstacle. Lack of an idea is an obstacle.
Lack of money is no obstacle. Lack of an idea is an obstacle.
Adrian Mitchell
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14 December 2005 |
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Celia Celia
When I am sad and weary,
When I think all hope has gone,
When I walk along High Holborn
I think of you with nothing on.
Celia Celia
When I am sad and weary,
When I think all hope has gone,
When I walk along High Holborn
I think of you with nothing on.
Abbie Hoffman
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13 December 2005 |
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The first duty of a revolutionary is to get away with it.
The first duty of a revolutionary is to get away with it.
Jean Cocteau
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12 December 2005 |
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Poetry is indispensable - if I only knew what for.
Poetry is indispensable - if I only knew what for.
Wang Tai-Hai
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11 December 2005 |
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The Monkey of the Inkpot
This animal, common in the north, is four or five inches long; its eyes are scarlet and its fur is jet black, silky, and soft as a pillow. It is marked by a curious instinct - the taste for India ink. When a person sits down to write, the monkey squats […]
The Monkey of the Inkpot
This animal, common in the north, is four or five inches long; its eyes are scarlet and its fur is jet black, silky, and soft as a pillow. It is marked by a curious instinct - the taste for India ink. When a person sits down to write, the monkey squats […]
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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10 December 2005 |
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Kubla Khan
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round :
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ;
And here were forests ancient as […]
Kubla Khan
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round :
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ;
And here were forests ancient as […]
Andre Gide
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9 December 2005 |
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The capacity to get free is nothing: the capacity to be free, that is the task.
The capacity to get free is nothing: the capacity to be free, that is the task.
William Temple
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8 December 2005 |
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Spelling is one of the decencies of life, like the proper use of knives and forks. But intellectually, spelling - English spelling - does not matter. Intellectually, stops matter a great deal. If you’re getting your commas, semi-colons and full-stops wrong, it means you’re not getting your thoughts right and your mind is muddled.
Spelling is one of the decencies of life, like the proper use of knives and forks. But intellectually, spelling - English spelling - does not matter. Intellectually, stops matter a great deal. If you’re getting your commas, semi-colons and full-stops wrong, it means you’re not getting your thoughts right and your mind is muddled.