Archive for April, 2007

Burtram Mark Bacharach

« 30 April 2007 | 21:33 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

A synonym is a word you use when you can’t spell the word you first thought of.



Brian Clough

« 29 April 2007 | 9:36 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

I wouldn’t say I was the best manager in the business. But I was in the top one.



John Gillespie Magee

« 28 April 2007 | 12:59 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds-and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there I’ve chased the shouting wind along, […]



Eugene Ionesco

« 27 April 2007 | 21:01 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.



Kahlil Gibran

« 26 April 2007 | 12:17 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.



A A Milne

« 24 April 2007 | 6:25 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?” “What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?” “I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet. Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It’s the same thing,” he said.



G K Chesterton

« 22 April 2007 | 21:40 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

If you’d take your head home and boil it for a turnip it might be useful. I can’t say. But it might.



Edward Thomas

« 21 April 2007 | 19:05 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Tall Nettles Tall nettles cover up, as they have done These many springs, the rusty harrow, the plough Long worn out, and the roller made of stone: Only the elm butt tops the nettles now. This corner of the farmyard I like most: As well as any bloom upon a flower I like the dust […]



F Scott Fitzgerald

« 20 April 2007 | 6:06 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Either you think – or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilise and sterilize you.



Victor Hugo

« 19 April 2007 | 20:38 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.



Eubie James Herbert Blake

« 16 April 2007 | 6:20 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Be grateful for luck. Pay the thunder no mind – listen to the birds. And don’t hate nobody.



Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

« 15 April 2007 | 21:31 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

I make a mistake and everyone can spot it; I tell a lie and no one else knows.



William Wordsworth

« 14 April 2007 | 21:12 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force; She neither hears nor sees; Rolled round in earth’s diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.



Dodie Smith

« 13 April 2007 | 19:03 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Noble deeds and hot baths are the best cures for depression.



Richard Bach

« 11 April 2007 | 5:30 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Fly free and happy beyond birthdays and across forever, and we’ll meet now and then when we wish, in the midst of the one celebration that never can end.



Christopher Morley

« 10 April 2007 | 20:17 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking. Do, every day, something no one else would be silly enough to do. It is bad for the mind to be always part of unanimity.



Søren Kierkegaard

« 9 April 2007 | 15:17 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The truth is a trap: you can not get it without it getting you; you cannot get the truth by capturing it, only by its capturing you.



Sara Teasdale

« 7 April 2007 | 8:05 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Morning I went out on an April morning All alone, for my heart was high, I was a child of the shining meadow, I was a sister of the sky. There in the windy flood of morning Longing lifted its weight from me, Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering, Swept as a […]



Robert H Schuller

« 5 April 2007 | 21:08 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

What would you attempt to do if you knew you would not fail?



Francois de La Rochefoucauld

« 3 April 2007 | 21:55 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.



George Wald

« 2 April 2007 | 14:57 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

It would be a poor thing to be an atom in a universe without physicists, and physicists are made of atoms. A physicist is an atom’s way of knowing about atoms.



Hanlon’s Razor

« 1 April 2007 | 12:09 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity.