It is truly useful since it is beautiful.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
The biggest loss
The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss - an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. - is sure to be noticed.
Søren Kierkegaard
Søren Kierkegaard
Friday, November 19, 2010
Drawing and talking
I prefer drawing to talking. Drawing is faster, and leaves less room for lies.
Le Corbusier
Le Corbusier
A happy change
We are not the same person this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy change if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.
W. Somerset Maugham
W. Somerset Maugham
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Books
Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn’t carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.
Stephen King
Stephen King
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Love is not all
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.
Edna St Vincent Millay
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.
Edna St Vincent Millay
Friday, November 5, 2010
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