We are but a day in this world, and in that day the fashion is changed a thousand times: all seek liberty, yet all deprive themselves of it.
So do the dark in soul expire, Or live like scorpion girt by fire; So writhes the mind remorse hath riven, Unfit for earth, undoom'd for heaven, Darkness above, despair beneath, Around it flame, within it death.
I tasted - careless - then -
I did not know the Wine
Came once a World - Did you?
Oh, had you told me so -
This Thirst would blister - easier - now
To the dreary wail
There's no knowing what
Love is all about.
Poets know a lot.
Words want to find chimes with each other, things want to connect.
I ask permission to be like everybody else,like the rest of the world and what's more, like anybody else:I beg you, with all my heart,if we are talking about me, since we are talking about me,please resist blasting the trumpet during my visitand resign yourselves to my quiet absence.
Now as all the sciences are connected with each other, Philosophy is never completed. In a complete system of all the sciences will philosophy for the first time be made manifest.
Niobe would have been called most blessed of mothers,
had she not seemed so herself.
She moves the way clocks move. And on her face, as on a clock dial which someone shines a light onto at night, a strange, briefly shown hour stands: a terrifying hour, in which someone dies.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Nobody ever told me what to read, or ever put poetry in my way
Let people catch something from your heart that will cause no discomfort, but help them to sing.
Man is only miserable so far as he thinks himself so.
My desk, most loyal friend
thank you. You've been with me on
every road I've taken.
My scar and my protection.
I Sing Of Arms And Of A Man:
Had Made Him Fugitive:
he was the first
to journey from the coasts of Troy as far
as Italy and the Lavinian shores
Across the lands and waters he was battered
beneath the violence of the high ones for
the savage Juno's unforgetting anger.
Nothing is hidden from the eyes of the observing world.
Five minutes! Zounds! I have been five minutes too late all my life-time!
Have you not heard of the man who was digging in the earth for roots and found a treasure?
What we pay for with our lives never costs too much.
Try not to turn your life into a race, least of all an obstacle race.
In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is stoned to death.
Joan D. Vinge
Beautiful... as the fortuitous encounter of a sewing machine and an umbrella on a dissecting table.
Comte de Lautréamont
When all is said and done, monotony may after all be the best condition for creation.
Lady Margaret Sackville
Though Duty's face is stern, her path is best: They sweetly sleep who die upon her breast.
The theme of Death is to Poetry what Mistaken Identity is to Drama.
" Tis plain to me
As A B C,
My dear friend, Mr. Neff!"
"Oh, yes! but then,"
Says Mr. N,
"You know I'm D E F!"
Charles Follen Adams
Quote of the day
I act as a sponge. I soak it up and squeeze it out in ink every two weeks.
Predictions that didn't happen
If it's on the Internet it must be true
Remarkable Last Words (or Near-Last Words)
Philip James Bailey
Letitia Elizabeth Landon