Archive for August, 2007

Henry Van Dyke

« 31 August 2007 | 20:04 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The lintel low enough to keep out pomp and pride: The threshold high enough to turn deceit aside.



G K Chesterton

« 30 August 2007 | 7:54 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Fable is more historical than fact, because fact tells us about one man and fable tells us about a million men.



Matt Harvey

« 29 August 2007 | 6:16 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Revenge of the Poet I’ll write a poem that’ll show’em



Lord Hailsham

« 28 August 2007 | 6:08 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The best way I know of to win an argument is to start by being in the right.



Rory Motion

« 27 August 2007 | 7:20 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Carnival Ladbroke Grove is funkier than York In York you see policemen walking On the beat But in Ladborke Grove You see them walking On the off-beat



William Cowper

« 26 August 2007 | 18:57 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.



Grabel’s Law

« 24 August 2007 | 7:04 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

2 is not equal to 3, not even for large values of 2.



Philip Larkin

« 23 August 2007 | 14:25 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

– The good not done, the love not given, time Torn off unused – from Aubade



bpNichol

« 22 August 2007 | 12:37 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The Queerness of it All frQg pQnd plQp by reference to http://www.mysmallboat.info/2005/10/22/matsuo-basho/



Charles C Noble

« 21 August 2007 | 6:04 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

You must have long range goals to keep you from being frustrated by short range failures.



George Orwell

« 19 August 2007 | 19:41 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

On the whole human beings want to be good, but not too good, and not quite all the time.



William Butler Yeats

« 18 August 2007 | 8:09 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

On Being Asked for a War Poem I think it better that in times like these A poet keep his mouth shut, for in truth We have no gift to set a statesman right; He has had enough of meddling who can please A young girl in the indolence of her youth, Or an old […]



Lewis Carroll

« 17 August 2007 | 6:18 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

“Impenetrability! That’s what I say!” “Would you tell me, please,” said Alice “what that means?” “Now you talk like a reasonable child,” said Humpty Dumpty, looking very much pleased. “I meant by ‘impenetrability’ that we’ve had enough of that subject, and it would be just as well if you’d mention what you mean to do […]



Mark Twain

« 16 August 2007 | 6:21 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Training is everything. The peach was once a bitter almond; cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education.



Dr D D Perrin

« 15 August 2007 | 18:55 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

A mosquito was heard to complain A mosquito was heard to complain That a chemist had poisoned his brain The cause of his sorrow Was paradichloro Diphenyltrichloroethane.



W S Anglin

« 14 August 2007 | 7:44 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Mathematics is not a careful march down a well-cleared highway, but a journey into a strange wilderness, where the explorers often get lost. Rigour should be a signal to the historian that the maps have been made, and the real explorers have gone elsewhere.



Henry Kissinger

« 13 August 2007 | 22:18 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The absence of alternatives clears the mind marvelously.



F E Smith

« 12 August 2007 | 9:11 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Judge: Are you trying to show contempt for this court, Mr Smith? Smith: No, My Lord. I am attempting to conceal it.



Eugene Guillevic

« 11 August 2007 | 11:40 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

May it be long, at least This life one has to live. For difficult is the lesson



W H Auden

« 10 August 2007 | 19:50 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Every autobiography is concered with two characters, a Don Quixote, the Ego, and a Sancho Panza, the Self.



Arthur Koestler

« 9 August 2007 | 9:10 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

If the creator had a purpose in equipping us with a neck, he surely meant us to stick it out.



George Mackay Brown

« 8 August 2007 | 20:51 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Language unstable as sand, but poets Strike on hard rock, carving Rune and hieroglyph , to celebrate Breath’s sweet brevity.



A E Housman

« 4 August 2007 | 5:20 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Here Dead We Lie Here dead we lie Because we did not choose To live and shame the land From which we sprung. Life, to be sure, Is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, And we were young.



Francis Bacon

« 3 August 2007 | 21:50 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.



Tom Stoppard

« 2 August 2007 | 14:04 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Words … are innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, defining that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos… They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little or make a poem which children will […]