Archive for April, 2008

Strickland Gillilan

« 30 April 2008 | 22:42 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Fleas Adam Had ’em. originally entitled “Lines on the Antiquity of Microbes”

John F Kennedy

« 29 April 2008 | 19:31 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

At a dinner for 49 Nobel Laureates (being all the then living laureates from the western hemisphere) at the White House in 1962 I think this is the most extraordinary collection of talent, of human knowledge, that has ever been gathered together at the White House, with the possible exception of when Thomas Jefferson dined […]

Stephen Crane

« 28 April 2008 | 19:38 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

A singular disadvantage of the sea lies in the fact that after successfully surmounting one wave you discover that there is another behind it just as important and just as nervously anxious to do something effective in the way of swamping boats.

Humphrey Lyttleton

« 27 April 2008 | 21:27 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Hello and welcome to I’m sorry I haven’t a clue. You join us this week in Manchester, the fine metropolis boasting a wealth of culture and history. As the epicentre of the industrial revolution, it was here that a phrase was coined that has survived to this day. “What happens in Manchester today, happens in […]

W B Yeats

« 27 April 2008 | 20:53 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

When You are Old When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love […]

G K Chesterton

« 25 April 2008 | 18:10 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Misers get up early in the morning; and burglars, I am informed, get up the night before.


« 24 April 2008 | 6:32 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

No enemy is worse than bad advice.

Bernard Lamb

« 23 April 2008 | 18:10 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

There was a Neanderthal man Who found that is grunts didn’t scan This hearty meat-eater Invented the metre To prove that it certainly can

Jane Austen

« 22 April 2008 | 7:16 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The trees, though not fully clothed, were in that delightful state, when further beauty is known to be at hand, and when, while much is actually given to the sight, more yet remains for the imagination.

Joseph Wood Krutch

« 21 April 2008 | 15:25 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want.

Oliver Herford

« 20 April 2008 | 18:36 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

She has a whim of iron

William Shakespeare

« 20 April 2008 | 18:35 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And […]

Leigh Hunt

« 18 April 2008 | 19:40 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

…but for the study itself, give me a small snug place, almost entirely walled with books. There should be only one window in it, looking upon trees.

John O’Farrell

« 17 April 2008 | 7:00 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

I blame the scapegoats.

Shel Silverstein

« 16 April 2008 | 6:09 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

I know you little, I love you lots, my love for you could fill ten pots, fifteen buckets, sixteen cans, three teacups, and four dishpans.

James Parton

« 15 April 2008 | 6:14 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

At 32 Thomas Jefferson could calculate an eclipse, survey an estate, tie an artery, plan an edifice, try a cause, break a horse, dance a minuet, and play the violin.

Christopher Fry

« 14 April 2008 | 8:38 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

I travel light; as light, That is, as a man can travel who will Still carry his body around because Of its sentimental value.

Wallace Stevens

« 13 April 2008 | 9:57 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature of that in which it is found, whether the poem, the manner of a god, the bearing of a man. It is not a dress.

Francis Thompson

« 12 April 2008 | 21:35 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Mistress of Vision All things by immortal power, Near or far, Hiddenly To each other linked are, That thou canst not stir a flower Without troubling of a star.

George Meredith

« 11 April 2008 | 6:25 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Kissing don’t last: cookery do!

Noam Chomsky

« 10 April 2008 | 17:38 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Colourless green ideas sleep furiously

John Hegley

« 9 April 2008 | 17:23 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Uncle and Auntie my auntie gave me a colouring book and crayons I begin to colour after a while auntie leans over and says you’ve gone over the lines what do you think they’re there for eh? some kind of statement is it? going to be a rebel are we? your auntie gives you a […]

Jonathon Swift

« 7 April 2008 | 17:45 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Very few men, properly speaking, live at present, but are providing to live another time.

Robert Browning

« 5 April 2008 | 21:31 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Song, from Pippa Passes The year’s at the spring, And day’s at the morn; Morning’s at seven; The hill-side’s dew-pearled; The lark’s on the wing; The snail’s on the thorn; God’s in his Heaven – All’s right with the world!

Ambrose Bierce

« 3 April 2008 | 21:30 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

History is an account, mostly false, of events, mostly unimportant, which are brought about by rulers, mostly knaves, and soldiers, mostly fools.

Sara Teasdale

« 2 April 2008 | 7:09 | 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 […]

C S Lewis

« 1 April 2008 | 22:19 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

In a sort of ghastly simplicity we remove the organ and demand the function. We make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honour and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the gelding be fruitful.