Archive for September, 2007

Paul Valery

« 30 September 2007 | 7:04 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery, a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, and oneself for an oracle, is inborn in us.



Christopher Logue

« 29 September 2007 | 15:21 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Poem If the night flights keep you awake I will call London Airport and tell them to land their dangerous junk elsewhere. And if you fall asleep with the sleeve of my jacket under your head, sooner than wake you, I’ll cut it off. But if you say: ‘Fix me a plug on this mixer’, […]



Horace

« 28 September 2007 | 10:14 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

They change their clime, not their disposition, who run across the sea.



Vladimir Horowitz

« 27 September 2007 | 6:45 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

It is better to make your own mistakes than to copy someone else’s



Rabindranath Tagore

« 26 September 2007 | 20:01 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Stray Birds Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.



Ralph Waldo Emerson

« 25 September 2007 | 4:50 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Never read any book that is not a year old.



George Meade

« 24 September 2007 | 6:56 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Never fear your enemies, fear your actions.



Neils Bohr

« 23 September 2007 | 14:18 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Never express yourself more clearly than you are able to think.



John Dryden

« 22 September 2007 | 23:24 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Happy The Man Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call today his own: He who, secure within, can say, Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today. Be fair or foul or rain or shine The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not Heaven itself upon […]



Jorge Luis Borges

« 21 September 2007 | 6:34 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The future is inevitable and precise, but it may not occur. God lurks in the gaps.



Alfred North Whitehead

« 20 September 2007 | 6:52 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Seek simplicity and distrust it.



T E Hulme

« 19 September 2007 | 7:56 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Above the Dock Above the quiet dock in midnight, Tangled in the tall mast’s corded height, Hangs the moon. What seemed so far away Is but a child’s balloon, forgotten after play.



Henri-Frederic Amiel

« 18 September 2007 | 18:41 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The man who insists on seeing with perfect clearness before he decides, never decides.



Fred Trueman

« 17 September 2007 | 6:30 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Batsman (having just been clean bowled): That was one hell of a ball, Fred. Fred Trueman: Ay, it were wasted on thee.



Winston Churchill

« 16 September 2007 | 13:39 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

There are two things that are more difficult than making an after-dinner speech: climbing a wall which is leaning toward you and kissing a girl who is leaning away from you.



Robert Herrick

« 15 September 2007 | 18:13 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Delight in Disorder A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness : A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction : An erring lace which here and there Enthrals the crimson stomacher : A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribbons to flow confusedly : A winning wave (deserving note) In the […]



Isaac Bashevis Singer

« 14 September 2007 | 6:27 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

God sends burdens, and shoulders, too.



J Brotherton

« 13 September 2007 | 5:38 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

My riches consist not in the extent of my possessions, but in the fewness of my wants.



Matt Harvey

« 12 September 2007 | 20:21 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

If love can build a bridge, can affection put up a shelf?



Foghorn Leghorn

« 11 September 2007 | 19:15 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

That boy is about as sharp as a bowlin’ ball.



Madeleine L’Engle

« 10 September 2007 | 0:34 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

You’re given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.



Thomas Carlyle

« 9 September 2007 | 9:13 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

A person usually has two reasons for doing something: a good reason and the real reason.



R S Thomas

« 8 September 2007 | 12:09 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Play Jocosity through verbosity can lead to animosity as an attitude from exacitude can become a platitude Complementarity leads not with majority to popularity as scrupulosity has the capacity to encourage pomposity. Belief in the Trinity for most of humanity suggests a nonentity I fear theology is just an allergy of anthropology Heigh-ho that the […]



Robert Schumann

« 7 September 2007 | 14:18 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

In order to compose, all you need do is remember a tune that nobody else has thought of.



Dr Seuss

« 6 September 2007 | 6:25 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Adults are just obsolete children.



Spike Milligan

« 5 September 2007 | 7:24 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Things that go ‘bump’ in the night Should not really give one a fright. It’s the hole in each ear That lets in the fear, That, and the absence of light!



Fred Allen

« 4 September 2007 | 7:17 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

A molehill man is a pseudo-busy executive who comes to work at 9 am and finds a molehill on his desk. He has until 5 pm to make this molehill into a mountain. An accomplished molehill man will often have his mountain finished before lunch.



Pete Seeger

« 3 September 2007 | 6:47 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Education is what you get when you read the fine print; experience is what you get when you don’t.



Henry Van Dyke

« 2 September 2007 | 7:38 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Use what talent you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best.



Carol Ann Duffy

« 1 September 2007 | 17:05 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The Light Gatherer When you were small, your cupped palms each held a candleworth under the skin, enough light to begin, and as you grew, light gathered in you, two clear raindrops in your eyes, warm pearls, shy, in the lobes of your ears, even always the light of a smile after your tears. Your […]