Archive for May, 2008

George Herbert

« 31 May 2008 | 14:21 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The World Love built a stately house, where Fortune came, And spinning fancies, she was heard to say That her fine cobwebs did support the frame, Whereas they were supported by the same; But Wisdom quickly swept them all away. The Pleasure came, who, liking not the fashion, Began to make balconies, terraces, Till she […]



Ernest Hemingway

« 30 May 2008 | 17:32 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Ernest Hemingway was bet $10 that he could not write a story in six words. He won the bet with the following: For sale: baby shoes, never worn.



Chris Mullin MP

« 29 May 2008 | 5:14 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Chris Mullin noticed the following hand written note on an invitation to and event that he was attending…. “This is a very low priority. I suggest we pass it to Chris Mullin”



Lewis F Richardson

« 28 May 2008 | 18:04 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Big Whorls Have Little Whorls Big whorls have little whorls That feed on their velocity, And little whorls have lesser whorls And so on to viscosity. This poem summarises Richardson’s 1920 paper ‘The supply of energy from and to Atmospheric Eddies’



W H Auden

« 27 May 2008 | 6:34 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

A professor is one who talks in someone else’s sleep.



Oliver Wendell Holmes

« 26 May 2008 | 12:11 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Life is painting a picture, not doing a sum.



Theodore Zeldin

« 25 May 2008 | 8:01 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

All invention and progress comes from finding a link between two ideas that have never met.



W H Auden

« 24 May 2008 | 11:59 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The Unknown Citizen He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be One against whom there was no official complaint, And all the reports on his conduct agree That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a saint, For in everything he did he served the Greater Community. Except for the […]



Robert Brownjohn

« 24 May 2008 | 11:50 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Wordplay addding subtrcting multimultiplying div id ing



Henri Matisse

« 24 May 2008 | 11:43 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

A lady visited Matisse in his studio. Inspecting one of his latest works she unwisely said: “But surely the arm of this woman is much too long”; “Madame,” the artist replied, “you are mistaken. This is not a woman, this is a picture.”



Oliver Hereford

« 21 May 2008 | 7:49 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

G K Chesterton When Plain Folk, such as you or I, See the Sun sinking in the sky, We think it is the Setting Sun, But Mr. Gilbert Chesterton Is not so easily misled. He calmly stands upon his head, And upside down obtains a new And Chestertonian point of view, Observing thus, how from […]



Carl Sandburg

« 20 May 2008 | 21:25 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Nothing happens unless first a dream.



John Greenleaf Whittier

« 19 May 2008 | 19:53 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Beauty seen is never lost God’s colours all are fast



On sailing to the west indies

« 19 May 2008 | 17:40 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

South till the butter melts, and then due West. 16th Century navigational saying



Philip Larkin

« 17 May 2008 | 17:30 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Ignorance Strange to know nothing, never to be sure Of what is true or right or real, But forced to qualify or so I feel, Or Well, it does seem so: Someone must know. Strange to be ignorant of the way things work: Their skill at finding what they need, Their sense of shape, and […]



T E Lawrence

« 16 May 2008 | 19:40 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

To have news value is to have a tin can tied to one’s tail.



G K Chesterton

« 15 May 2008 | 21:52 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.



Ezra Pound

« 14 May 2008 | 18:39 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough.



Oliver Herford

« 13 May 2008 | 18:29 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

A man must love a thing very much if he not only practices it without any hope of fame and money, but even… without any hope of doing it well.



Benjamin Disraeli

« 12 May 2008 | 21:06 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The most dangerous strategy is to jump a chasm in two leaps.



Richard Feynman

« 11 May 2008 | 22:19 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

It does not do harm to the mystery to know a little more about it.



Stephen Crane

« 10 May 2008 | 12:35 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

I Met a Seer I met a seer. He held in his hands The book of wisdom. “Sir,” I addressed him, “Let me read.” “Child — ” he began. “Sir,” I said, “Think not that I am a child, For already I know much Of that which you hold. Aye, much.” He smiled. Then he […]



Arthur Schopenhauer

« 9 May 2008 | 7:01 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Buying books would be a good thing if one could also buy the time to read them in: but as a rule the purchase of books is mistaken for the appropriation of their contents.



Edmund Conti

« 7 May 2008 | 22:03 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Bedroominating I think there four a.m.



Sylvia Plath

« 6 May 2008 | 17:35 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

I should sugar and preserve my days like fruit! last words



Don Paterson

« 5 May 2008 | 7:29 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Fate’s book, but my italics.



William Blake

« 4 May 2008 | 17:56 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.



Thomas Hardy

« 3 May 2008 | 19:02 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

A Thunderstorm in Town She wore a ‘terra-cotta’ dress, And we stayed, because of the pelting storm, Within the hansom’s dry recess, Though the horse had stopped; yea, motionless We sat on, snug and warm. Then the downpour ceased, to my sharp sad pain, And the glass that had screened our forms before Flew up, […]



Galileo

« 3 May 2008 | 18:59 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.



W H Auden

« 1 May 2008 | 21:55 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

When I find myself in the company of scientists, I feel like a shabby curate who has strayed by mistake into a room full of dukes.