Archive for December, 2005

Richard Lovelace

« 31 December 2005 | 9:27 | Uncategorized | 1 Comment »

To Althea, from Prison WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fetter’d to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying […]



Don Paterson

« 30 December 2005 | 0:34 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

In my adult life, the time I have actually lived inside the present moment would amount to no more than a single day. If only I could have lived it as a single day; it would have thrown its light into all the others, like a brazier in a dark arcade. Instead I find my […]



Ben Hecht

« 29 December 2005 | 8:12 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Trying to determine what is going on in the world by reading newspapers is like trying to tell the time by watching the second hand of a clock.



Robert Frost

« 28 December 2005 | 8:45 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Dust of Snow The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.



Lewis Carroll

« 27 December 2005 | 15:49 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backward.



Abraham Lincoln

« 26 December 2005 | 20:58 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Whatever you be, be a good one.



John Shea

« 25 December 2005 | 11:36 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

She was five and sure of the facts, and recited them with slow solemnity, convinced that every word was revelation. She said, “they were so poor, they only had one peanut butter and jelly sandwich to eat, and they went a long way from home, without getting lost. The lady rode on a donkey and […]



Victor Borge

« 24 December 2005 | 20:23 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Santa Claus had the right idea, visit people once a year.



Nadia Boulanger

« 23 December 2005 | 7:40 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Liberty has never come from the government. Liberty has always come from the subjects of it. The history of liberty is a history of resistance. The history of liberty is a history of limitations of governmental power, not the increase of it.



Oscar Levant

« 22 December 2005 | 7:03 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Happiness isn’t something you experience. It’s something you remember.



Humbert Wolfe

« 21 December 2005 | 6:44 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The British Journalist You cannot hope to bribe or twist thank God! The British journalist. But, seeing what the man will do unbribed, theres no occasion to.



Paul Dira

« 20 December 2005 | 5:55 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it’s the exact opposite.



Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

« 19 December 2005 | 8:27 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking.



G K Chesterton

« 18 December 2005 | 8:27 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The object of opening the mind, as of opening the mouth, is to shut it again on something solid.



T S Elliot

« 17 December 2005 | 7:43 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

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, […]



Leonardo da Vinci

« 16 December 2005 | 8:36 | Uncategorized | 1 Comment »

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

« 15 December 2005 | 0:01 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Lack of money is no obstacle. Lack of an idea is an obstacle.



Adrian Mitchell

« 14 December 2005 | 7:36 | Uncategorized | 2 Comments »

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

« 13 December 2005 | 9:12 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The first duty of a revolutionary is to get away with it.



Jean Cocteau

« 12 December 2005 | 6:32 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Poetry is indispensable – if I only knew what for.



Wang Tai-Hai

« 11 December 2005 | 9:55 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

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 […]



Samuel Taylor Coleridge

« 10 December 2005 | 1:43 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

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 […]



Andre Gide

« 9 December 2005 | 8:03 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The capacity to get free is nothing: the capacity to be free, that is the task.



William Temple

« 8 December 2005 | 7:37 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

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.



Robert Frost

« 7 December 2005 | 8:56 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The Secret Sits We dance round in a ring and suppose, But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.



Tennessee Williams

« 6 December 2005 | 7:08 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Time is the longest distance between two places.



William Shakespeare

« 5 December 2005 | 8:15 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

What’s past is prologue.



Salvador Dali

« 4 December 2005 | 9:50 | Uncategorized | 1 Comment »

What is important is to spread confusion, not eliminate it.



Roger McGough

« 3 December 2005 | 8:34 | Uncategorized | 2 Comments »

Cabbage John Wayne died of it People are terrified of it cancer I hate that stuff Groucho was laid low with it One in five of us will go with it heart attack I hate that stuff Monroe’s life turned sour on it Hancock spent his last half hour on it sleeping pills I hate […]



African proverb

« 2 December 2005 | 9:14 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

If your enemy wrongs you, buy each of his children a drum.



C S Lewis

« 1 December 2005 | 14:05 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

I was not born to be free. I was born to adore and to obey.