Archive for December, 2007

Frank Tyger

« 31 December 2007 | 10:21 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Opportunity’s favourite disguise is trouble.



G K Chesterton

« 30 December 2007 | 20:53 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The doctrine of human equality reposes on this: that there is no man really clever who has not found that he is stupid.



William Butler Yeats

« 29 December 2007 | 8:32 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

He Hears The Cry Of The Sedge I wander by the edge Of this desolate lake Where wind cries in the sedge: Until the axle break That keeps the stars in their round, And hands hurl in the deep The banners of East and West, And the girdle of light is unhound, Your breast will […]



Dag Hammarskjold

« 28 December 2007 | 21:13 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

There is a point at which everything becomes simple and there is no longer any question of choice, because all you have staked will be lost if you look back. Life’s point of no return.



Ambrose Bierce

« 27 December 2007 | 21:36 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Edible – good to eat and wholesome to digest, as a worm to a toad, a toad to a snake, a snake to a pig, a pig to a man, and a man to a worm.



William Blake

« 26 December 2007 | 19:57 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

He who would do good to another must do it in the Minute Particular. General good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite and flatterer.



Freda Downie

« 25 December 2007 | 16:23 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Starlight Three kings embark on a long journey Under the dry acres of the moon Whose light is well disposed, But of no special significance It is the nailhead light Of one sparky planet That draws them on – Although at times, One king thinks the star Has the look of crayon Drawn on dark […]



Thomas Carlyle

« 24 December 2007 | 21:10 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Give me a man who sings at his work.



Albert Camus

« 24 December 2007 | 20:47 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Life is the sum of your choices.



Muriel Rukeyser

« 23 December 2007 | 10:18 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The universe is made of stories, not atoms.



U A Fanthorpe

« 23 December 2007 | 0:07 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

BC : AD This was the moment when Before Turned into After, and the future’s Uninvented timekeepers presented arms. This was the moment when nothing Happened. Only dull peace Sprawled boringly over the earth. This was the moment when even energetic Romans Could find nothing better to do Than counting heads in remote provinces. And […]



Christopher Morley

« 20 December 2007 | 22:48 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

It is bad for the mind to be always part of unanimity.



Dale E Turner

« 17 December 2007 | 21:07 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

It is the highest form of self-respect to admit our errors and mistakes and make amends for them. To make a mistake is only an error in judgment, but to adhere to it when it is discovered shows infirmity of character.



Julian Barnes.

« 16 December 2007 | 23:00 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

I don’t like to cross dead people out of my address book. I put them in square brackets.



Plato

« 15 December 2007 | 19:57 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Star of my life, to the stars your face is turned; Would I were the heavens, looking back at you with ten thousand eyes.



Clifton Fadiman

« 14 December 2007 | 9:43 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

A cheese may disappoint. It may be dull, it may be naive, it may be oversophisticated. Yet it remains cheese, milk’s leap toward immortality.



Tukaram

« 12 December 2007 | 14:43 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

A Good Poem A good poem is like finding a hole in the palace wall– never know what you might see.



Jorge Luis Borges

« 10 December 2007 | 21:10 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.



Thomas Carlyle

« 9 December 2007 | 18:57 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Happy the people whose annals are blank in the history books!



Carl Sandburg

« 9 December 2007 | 18:45 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Fog The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.



William Blake

« 6 December 2007 | 23:09 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

To Generalize is to be an Idiot. To Particularize is the Alone Distinction of Merit



G K Chesterton

« 5 December 2007 | 19:34 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

a telegram to his wife Am at Market Harborough. Where ought I to be?



Piet Hein

« 5 December 2007 | 7:25 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Simply Assisting God I am a humble artist moulding my earthly clod, adding my labour to nature’s, simply assisting God. Not that my effort is needed; yet somehow, I understand, my maker has willed it that I too should have unmoulded clay in my hand.



Horace

« 3 December 2007 | 23:12 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

If a better system is thine, impart it; if not, make use of mine.



Edmund Burke

« 2 December 2007 | 23:06 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Never despair; but if you do, work on in despair.