Archive for October, 2006

G K Chesterton

« 31 October 2006 | 7:32 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Fairy tales are more than true – not because they tell us dragons exist, but because they tell us dragons can be beaten.



G E Moore

« 30 October 2006 | 6:17 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Moore’s Paradox It is raining but I don’t believe that it is.



P G Wodehouse

« 29 October 2006 | 7:08 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

… I turned to Aunt Agatha, whose demeanour was now rather like that of one who, picking daisies on the railway, has just caught the down express in the small of the back.



Michael Donaghy

« 28 October 2006 | 12:13 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Machines Dearest, note how these two are alike: This harpsichord pavane by Purcell And the racer’s twelve-speed bike. The machinery of grace is always simple. This chrome trapezoid, one wheel connected To another of concentric gears, Which Ptolemy dreamt of and Schwinn perfected, Is gone. The cyclist, not the cycle, steers. And in the playing, […]



Soren Kierkegaard

« 27 October 2006 | 7:11 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The tyrant dies and his rule is over, the martyr dies and his rule begins.



Ralph Charel

« 26 October 2006 | 10:27 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Avoid the crowd. Do your own thinking independently. Be the chess player, not the chess piece.



James Russell Lowell

« 24 October 2006 | 7:50 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.



Ralph Waldo Emerson

« 23 October 2006 | 8:01 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Tobacco, coffee, alcohol, hashish, prussic acid, strychnine, are weak dilutions; the surest poison is time.



Euripides

« 22 October 2006 | 10:21 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

This is slavery, not to speak one’s thought.



Richard Wilbur

« 21 October 2006 | 15:41 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

A Barred Owl The warping night-air having brought the boom Of an owl’s voice into her darkened room, We tell the wakened child that all she heard Was an odd question from a forest bird, Asking of us, if rightly listened to, “Who cooks for you?” and then “Who cooks for you?” Words, which can […]



Ralph Waldo Emerson

« 20 October 2006 | 7:19 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Poetry must be new as foam, and as old as the rock.



Elizabeth Barret Browning

« 19 October 2006 | 7:56 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The earth is crammed with heaven and every common bush afire with God, but only those with eyes to see take off their shoes, the rest sit around and pluck blackberries.



Piet Hein

« 18 October 2006 | 8:36 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

People are self-centered to a nauseous degree. They will keep on about themselves while I’m explaining me.



Wendell Johnson

« 17 October 2006 | 7:23 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Always and never are two words you should always remember never to use.



J M Barrie

« 16 October 2006 | 8:06 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

It is all very well to be able to write books, but can you waggle your ears? said to H.G. Wells.



Bertrand Russell

« 15 October 2006 | 8:20 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.



Anthony Thwaite

« 14 October 2006 | 10:18 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Simple Poem I shall make it simple so you understand. Making it simple will make it clear for me. When you have read it, take me by the hand As children do, loving simplicity. This is the simple poem I have made. Tell me you understand. But when you do Don’t ask me in return […]



Ashleigh Ellwood Brilliant

« 13 October 2006 | 9:55 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

My sources are unreliable, but their information is fascinating.



Michael Scott on Feynman

« 12 October 2006 | 7:51 | Uncategorized | Comments Off on Michael Scott on Feynman »

There were 183 of us freshmen, and a bowling ball hanging from the three – story ceiling to just above the floor. Feynman walked in and, without a word, grabbed the ball and backed against the wall with the ball touching his nose. He let go, and the ball swung slowly 60 feet across the […]



Rudyard Kipling

« 11 October 2006 | 7:22 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne, He travels fastest who travels alone.



P. G. Wodehouse

« 10 October 2006 | 10:47 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

If not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.



Mark Twain

« 9 October 2006 | 8:49 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Be respectful to your superiors, if you have any.



Thomas Edison

« 8 October 2006 | 13:26 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Just because something doesn’t do what you planned it to do doesn’t mean it’s useless.



James Fenton

« 7 October 2006 | 19:28 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The Ideal This is where I came from. I passed this way. This should not be shameful Or hard to say. A self is a self. It is not a screen. A person should respect What he has been. This is my past Which I shall not discard. This is the ideal. This is hard.



Ralph Waldo Emerson

« 6 October 2006 | 19:01 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

A man builds a fine house; and now he has a master, and a task for life: he is to furnish, watch, show it, and keep it in repair, the rest of his days.



Siegbert Tarrasch

« 5 October 2006 | 19:46 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

One doesn’t have to play well, it’s enough to play better than your opponent.



Fleur Adcock

« 4 October 2006 | 9:16 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Halfway Street, Sidcup We did sums at school, Mummy – You do them like this: look – I showed her. It turned out she knew already .



Fernando de Rojas

« 3 October 2006 | 20:08 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

No one is so old that he cannot live yet another year, nor so young that he cannot die today.



Jorge Luis Borges

« 2 October 2006 | 7:22 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The fact is that poetry is not the books in the library . . . Poetry is the encounter of the reader with the book, the discovery of the book.



William Jennings Bryan

« 1 October 2006 | 8:22 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is matter of choice; it is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.