Archive for November, 2007

Elizabeth Bibesco

« 30 November 2007 | 20:51 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Winter draws what summer paints.



Karl Popper

« 29 November 2007 | 10:11 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

If we are uncritical we shall always find what we want: we shall look for, and find, confirmations, and we shall look away from, and not see, whatever might be dangerous to our pet theories.



William Blake

« 28 November 2007 | 8:49 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

When nations grow old, the Arts grow cold, And Commerce settles on every tree.



Soren Kierkegaard

« 27 November 2007 | 15:33 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The voice of a young man One sticks one’s finger into the soil to tell by the smell in what land one is: I stick my finger in existence – it smells of nothing. Where am I? Who am I? How came I here? What is this thing called the world? What does this world […]



Don Patterson

« 25 November 2007 | 8:58 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

A poem is just a little machine for remembering itself … our memory of the poem is the poem.



Thomas Hardy

« 24 November 2007 | 22:19 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Heredity I am the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times anon, And leaping from place to place Over oblivion. The years-heired feature that can In curve and voice and eye Despise the human span Ofdurance–that is I; The eternal thing in man, That heeds no call […]



P G Wodehouse

« 23 November 2007 | 18:27 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

“Ha!” I said. And meant it to sting.



Coco Chanel

« 22 November 2007 | 8:14 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Elegance does not consist in putting on a new dress.



Matt Harvey

« 21 November 2007 | 15:22 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

To A Vary Special Slope You are such a radiant gradient a smooth one, not a hilly one Your red-rimmed sign says you’re one in nine, but to me you’re one in a million



Horace

« 20 November 2007 | 7:46 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

He who feared that he would not succeed sat still.



Ogden Nash

« 18 November 2007 | 20:01 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Happiness is having a scratch for every itch.



Bruce Cockburn

« 17 November 2007 | 21:55 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Anything Can Happen You could have gone off the Bloor Street viaduct I could have been run down in the street You could have got botulism anytime I could have gone overboard into the sea Anything can happen To put out the light, Is it any wonder I don’t want to say goodnight? I could […]



F P Harton

« 16 November 2007 | 8:07 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

A letter from the vicar of Baulking to Penelope Betjeman My Dear Penelope I have been thinking over the question of the playing of the harmonium on Sunday evenings here and have reached the following conclusion that I must now take it over myself. I am very grateful to you for doing it for so […]



Edith Hamilton

« 15 November 2007 | 23:50 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Life for him was an adventure, perilous indeed, but men are not made for safe havens.



Arthur Guiterman

« 14 November 2007 | 22:21 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Admitting Error clears the Score And proves you Wiser than before.



Kim Philby

« 12 November 2007 | 7:33 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

To betray, you must first belong.



Bern Williams

« 11 November 2007 | 21:00 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The average man will bristle if you say his father was dishonest, but he will brag a little if he discovers that his great-grandfather was a pirate.



Brian Patten

« 10 November 2007 | 22:36 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

I found a small dragon I found a small dragon in the woodshed. I think it must have come from deep inside a forest because it’s damp and green, and leaves are still reflecting in its eyes. I fed it on many things, tried grass, the roots of stars, hazel-nut and dandelion, but it stared […]



Thomas Hood

« 9 November 2007 | 8:32 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Holland … lies so low they are only saved by being dammed.



Benito Juárez

« 8 November 2007 | 21:45 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Adversity discourages none but contemptible peoples.



Sappho

« 7 November 2007 | 23:21 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Some say cavalry and others claim infantry or a fleet of long oars is the supreme sight on the black earth. I say it is the one you love.



Henry David Thoreau

« 6 November 2007 | 20:13 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.



Fran Lebowitz

« 5 November 2007 | 21:41 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Your responsibility as a parent is not as great as you might imagine. You need not supply the world with the next conqueror of disease or major motion picture star. If your child simply grows up to be someone who does not use the word “collectible” as a noun, you can consider yourself an unqualified […]



Horace

« 4 November 2007 | 17:32 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

For joys fall not to the rich alone, nor has he lived ill, who from birth to death has passed unknown.



Salman Rushdie

« 3 November 2007 | 17:35 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Dedication Zembla, Zenda, Xanadu: All our dream-worlds may come true. Fairy lands are fearsome too. As I wander far from view Read, and bring me home to you.



Edward Abbey

« 2 November 2007 | 8:12 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

One final paragraph of advice: Do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am – a reluctant enthusiast – a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. […]