Where would be the merit if heroes were never afraid?
Alphonse Daudet
Friday, May 20, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Liar
The aim of the liar is simply to charm, to delight, to give pleasure. He is the very basis of civilized society.
Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Change
They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.
Andy Warhol
Andy Warhol
Friday, February 4, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
A serious response
And that is just the point... how the world, moist and beautiful, calls to each of us to make a new and serious response. That's the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning. "Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?"
Mary Oliver
Mary Oliver
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Optimists
Pessimists are usually right and optimists are usually wrong but all the great changes have been accomplished by optimists.
Thomas L. Friedman
Thomas L. Friedman
Thursday, January 13, 2011
We go to the sea
We should not forget that when we limp away afflicted through the spirit, it is not to the factory gates or to the corporate steps we pilgrimage. Instead we go to the sea for its salt. We find shade under the sycamores on the great avenues. Or we go to the rivers where water tells us modestly of its own sickness.
Sarah Hall
Sarah Hall
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Art material
All things have been given to us for a purpose, and an artist must feel this more intensely. All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art.
Jorge Luis Borges
Jorge Luis Borges
Monday, January 3, 2011
The aesthetic event
Music, feelings of happiness, mythology, faces worn by time, certain twilights and certain places, want to tell us something, or they told us something that we should not have missed, or they are about to tell us something; this imminence of a revelation that is not produced is, perhaps, 'the aesthetic event'.
Jorge Luis Borges
Jorge Luis Borges
Friday, December 31, 2010
Happy new year, a lot of luck to you all!
I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have.
Thomas Jefferson
Thomas Jefferson
Friday, December 17, 2010
Write it
If there's a book you really want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.
Toni Morrison
Toni Morrison
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Clever
I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.
Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Happiness
Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it.
Jacques Prévert
Jacques Prévert
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
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Books went on living
There are books so alive that you're always afraid that while you weren't reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted like a river; while you went on living, it went on living too, and like a river moved on and moved away. No one has stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?
Marina Tsvetaeva
Marina Tsvetaeva
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Like the gnawing of a mouse
...
Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, —
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There's this little street and this little house.
Edna St Vincent Millay, from Ashes of Life
Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, —
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There's this little street and this little house.
Edna St Vincent Millay, from Ashes of Life
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