History is made at night. Character is what you are in the dark.
Archive for December, 2006
Lord John Whorfin
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31 December 2006 |
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John Masefield
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30 December 2006 |
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An Epilogue
I have seen flowers come in stony places
And kind things done by men with ugly faces,
And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races,
So I trust, too.
An Epilogue
I have seen flowers come in stony places
And kind things done by men with ugly faces,
And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races,
So I trust, too.
Thomas Aquinas
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29 December 2006 |
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In order for a war to be just, three things are necessary. First, the authority of the sovereign, Secondly, a just cause, Thirdly, a rightful intention.
In order for a war to be just, three things are necessary. First, the authority of the sovereign, Secondly, a just cause, Thirdly, a rightful intention.
George Macdonald
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28 December 2006 |
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Work is not always required. There is such a thing as sacred idleness — the cultivation of which is now fearfully neglected.
Work is not always required. There is such a thing as sacred idleness — the cultivation of which is now fearfully neglected.
Mariam Masri
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27 December 2006 |
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… You ask me if i love you
I discover you love questions
and love me
I answer I love you
so don’t ask me more
for i don’t want to discover that you love questions only….
… You ask me if i love you
I discover you love questions
and love me
I answer I love you
so don’t ask me more
for i don’t want to discover that you love questions only….
Samuel Johnson
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26 December 2006 |
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A man is in general better pleased when he has a good dinner upon his table, than when his wife talks Greek.
A man is in general better pleased when he has a good dinner upon his table, than when his wife talks Greek.
G K Chesterton
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25 December 2006 |
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When we were children we were grateful to those who filled our stockings at Christmas time. Why are we not grateful to God for filling our stockings with legs?
When we were children we were grateful to those who filled our stockings at Christmas time. Why are we not grateful to God for filling our stockings with legs?
Sophocles
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24 December 2006 |
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Look and you will find it - what is unsought will go undetected.
Look and you will find it - what is unsought will go undetected.
G K Chesterton
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23 December 2006 |
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The House of Christmas
There fared a mother driven forth
Out of an inn to roam;
In the place where she was homeless
All men are at home.
The crazy stable close at hand,
With shaking timber and shifting sand,
Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand
Than the square stones of Rome.
For men are homesick in their homes,
And strangers under the […]
The House of Christmas
There fared a mother driven forth
Out of an inn to roam;
In the place where she was homeless
All men are at home.
The crazy stable close at hand,
With shaking timber and shifting sand,
Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand
Than the square stones of Rome.
For men are homesick in their homes,
And strangers under the […]
Booker T Washington
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22 December 2006 |
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Success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life as by the obstacles which he has overcome while trying to succeed.
Success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life as by the obstacles which he has overcome while trying to succeed.
If only…
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21 December 2006 |
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If we had ham, we could have ham and eggs – if we had eggs.
If we had ham, we could have ham and eggs – if we had eggs.
Ogden Nash
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20 December 2006 |
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The Hippopotamus
Behold the hippopotamus!
We laugh at how he looks to us,
And yet in moments dank and grim,
I wonder how we look to him.
Peace, peace, thou hippopotamus!
We really look all right to us,
As you no doubt delight the eye
Of other hippopotami.
The Hippopotamus
Behold the hippopotamus!
We laugh at how he looks to us,
And yet in moments dank and grim,
I wonder how we look to him.
Peace, peace, thou hippopotamus!
We really look all right to us,
As you no doubt delight the eye
Of other hippopotami.