Ideals are dangerous things. Realities are better. They wound, but they're better.
April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory out of desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.Winter kept us warm, coveringEarth in a forgetful snow, feedingA little life with dried tubers.
TS (Thomas Stearns) Eliot, Waste
I am grieved that it should be said he is my brother, and take these courses. Well, as he brews, so shall he drink, for George again. Yet he shall hear on't, and tightly, too, an' I live, i'faith.
Ben Johnson, Every Man In His Hu
Hither the heroes and nymphs resort,To taste awhile the pleasures of a court;In various talk th' instuctive hours they past,Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last;One speaks the glory of the British Queen,And one describes a charming Indian screenA third interprets motions, looks and eyes;At every word a reputation dies.
Alexander Pope, The Rape of the
The great Creator to revereMust sure become the creature;But still the preaching cant forbear,And ev'n the rigid feature:Yet ne'er with wits profane to rangeBe complaisance extended;An atheist laugh's a poor exchangeFor deity offended.
Robert Burns, Epistle to a Young
Avarice, envy, pride,Three fatal sparks, have set the hearts of allOn Fire.
Dante Alighieri, Divine Comedy,
The shades of night were falling fast,As though an Alpine village passedA youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice,A banner with the strange device,Excelsior!His brow was sad; his eye beneath,Flashed like a falchion from its sheath,And like a silver clarion rungThe accents of that unknown tongue,Excelsior!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Exce
The dancing pair that simply sought renown,By holding out to tire each other down;The swain mistrustless of his smutted face,While secret laughter titter'd round the place;The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love,The matrons glance that would those looks reprove:These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these,With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please;These were thy bowers their cheerful influence shed,These were thy charms -- but all these charms are fled.
Oliver Goldsmith, Deserted Villa
There's no one thing that is true. They're all true.
Ernest Hemingway
The last of the human freedoms is to choose one's attitudes.
Victor Frankl
The act of divine worship is the inestimable privilege of man, the only created being who bows in humility and adoration.
Hosea Ballou
Preaching is to much avail, but practice is far more effective. A godly life is the strongest argument you can offer the skeptic.
Brevity and conciseness are the parents of correction.
Those who commit injustice bear the greatest burden.
A river is more than an amenity, it is a treasure.
Oliver Wendell Holmes
The general rule, at least, is that while property may be regulated to a certain extent, if regulation goes too far it will be recognized as a taking.
Every living sentence which shows a mind at work for itself is to be welcomed. It is not the first use but the tiresome repetition of inadequate catch words which I am observingphrases which originally were contributions, but which, by their very felicity, delay further analysis for fifty years. That comes from the same source as dislike of noveltyintellectual indolence or weaknessa slackening in the eternal pursuit of the more exact.
The riders in a race do not stop short when they reach the goal. There is a little finishing canter before coming to a standstill. There is time to hear the kind voice of friends and to say to ones self: The work is done. But just as one says that, the answer comes: The race is over, but the work never is done while the power to work remains. The canter that brings you to a standstill need not be only coming to rest. It cannot be while you still live. For to live is to function. That is all there is in living.
O Damsel Dorothy! Dorothy Q. !Strange is the gift that I owe to you;Such a gift as never a kingSave to daughter or son might bring,All my tenure of heart and hand,All my title to house and land;Mother and sister and child and wifeAnd joy and sorrow and death and life!
Life is a romantic business. It is painting a picture, not doing a sumbut you have to make the romance, and it will come to the question how much fire you have in your belly.
Their the waiters' eyes sparkled and their pencils flew as she proceeded to eviscerate my wallet - p
S. J. Perelman, The Rising Gorge
Our lives are not in the lap of the gods, but in the lap of our cooks.
Lin Yutang, The Importance of Li
Oh that my Pow'r to Saving were confin
John Dryden, Absalom and Achitop
Patience makes lighter What sorrow may not heal.
Horace, Odes, 15
To fly from, need not be to hate, makind: All are not fit with them to stir and toil, Nor is it discontent to keep the mind Deep in its fountain.
Lord (George Gordon) Byron, Chil
A solitary, unused to speaking of what he sees and feels, has mental experiences which are at once more intense and less articulate than those of a gregarious man.
Thomas Mann, Death in Venice, 19
Solitude is the playfield of Satan.
Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire, 196
He who lives in solitude may make his own laws.
Publilius Syrus, Moral Sayings
Children love to be alone because alone is where they know themselves, and where they dream.
Roger Rosenblatt, The Man in the
Solitude vivifies; isolation kills.
Joseph Roux, Meditations of a Pa
Only in solitude do we find ourselves; and in finding ourselves, we find in ourselves all our brothers in solitude.
Miguel de Unamuno, Essays and So
Nothing can so pierce the soul as the uttermost sigh of the body.
George Santayana, The Life of Re
The Soul is the voice of the body's interests.
The lusts and greeds of the body scandalize the Soul; but it has to come to heel.
Logan Pearsall Smith, Afterthoug
Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dori
The difficulty about all this dying, is that you can't tell a fellow anything about it, so where does the fun come in?
Alice James
Wide will wear, but tight will tear.
Proverb
Soft words win hard hearts.
Two dogs strive for a bone and the third one runs off with it.
Never tell your story to a deaf man.
A hungry stomach has no ears.
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