It is a useless life that is not consecrated to a great ideal. It is like a stone wasted on the field without becoming a part of any edifice.

When I sit at my table to write, I never know what it's going to be until I'm under way. I trust in inspiration, which sometimes comes and sometimes doesn't. But I don't sit back waiting for it. I work every day.

Alberto Moravia

Fear is that little darkroom where negatives are developed.

Michael Pritchard

Percussion music is revolution. Sound and rhythm have too long been submissive to the restrictions of nineteenth century music. Today we are fighting for their emancipation. Tomorrow, with electronic music in our ears, we will hear freedom. At the present stage of revolution, a healthy lawlessness is warranted. Experiment must necessarily be carried on by hitting anything-tin pans, rice bowls, iron pipes-anything we can lay our hands on. Not only hitting, but rubbing, scraping, making sound in every possible way...What we can't do ourselves will be done by machines which we will invent.

John Milton Cage

The community of living is the carriage of the Lord.

Proverb

The root of the matter the thing I mean is love, Christian love, or compassion. If you feel this, you have a motive for existence, a guide for action, a reason for courage, an imperative necessity for intellectual honesty.

Bertrand Russell

Opportunity expands when there is excellence and choice in education, when taxes are lowered, when every citizen has affordable, portable health insurance and when constitutional freedoms are preserved.

Mitt Romney

Intellectual despair results in neither weakness nor dreams, but in violence. It is only a matter of knowing how to give vent to one's rage; whether one only wants to wander like madmen around prisons, or whether one wants to overturn them.

Georges Bataille

Because memory is time folding back on itself. To remember is to disengage from the present. In order to reach any kind of success in automobile racing, a driver must never remember.

Garth Stein

One fine day in the middle of the nightTwo dead boys got up to fightBack to back they faced each otherDrew their swords and shot each otherOne was blind and the other couldn't seeSo they chose a dummy for a referee.A blind man went to see fair playA dumb man went to shout hooray!A paralysed donkey passing byKicked the blind man in the eyeKnocked him through a nine inch wallInto a dry ditch and drowned them allA deaf policeman heard the noiseAnd came to arrest the two dead boysIf you don't believe this story

Anon., Two Dead Boys Folk rhyme

Fear cannot be banished, but it can be calm and without panic it can be mitigated by reason and evaluation.

Vannevar Bush

The least strained and most natural ways of the soul are the most beautiful; the best occupations are the least forced.

Michael de Montaigne

Enough! we're tired, my heart and I.We sit beside the headstone thus,And wish that name were carved for us.The moss reprints more tenderlyThe hard types of the mason's knife,As Heaven's sweet life renews earth's lifeWith which we're tired, my heart and I ....In this abundant earth no doubtIs little room for things worn out:Disdain them, break them, throw them by!And if before the days grew roughWe once were loved, used, - well enough,I think, we've fared, my heart and I.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning