People do not come to the Internet so that their bad information can be corrected or their cherished theories disproven. Rather, they ask the electronic oracle to confirm them in their ignorance.
These are dangerous times. Never have so many people had so much access to so much knowledge and yet have been so resistant to learning anything.
Everything takes time. Bees have to move very fast to stay still.
After a good dinner one can forgive anybody, even one’s own relations.
“But we are all fortunate in one way or another. The task for most of us is to identify in what way that is, would you not agree?”
Up through the water came a large trout; a flash of silver; a dart of light; the fulfillment of a small boy’s dream.
Nobody had ever said that to Bertie before. How about some chocolate? It was not a complex, phrase, but its power, its sheer, overwhelming sense of gift and possibility filled Bertie with awe. Well might more of us say these words to others, and more frequently – how healing would that prove to be. “Look, we’ve had our differences, but how about some chocolate?” Or: “I’m so sorry, how about some chocolate?” Or simply: “Great to see you! How about some chocolate?”
“It was 84-0 at the end. Actually, they stopped it early for some reason.”
Stuart suppressed a smile. “Bad luck, Bertie. But I’m sure that they’ll do better next time.” He paused. “What do you think went wrong, Bertie?”
Bertie thought for a moment. “I think it’s because our team was told that they should share the ball, Daddy. So they did. They shared.”
“Of course there is such thing as a second chance,” went on Domenica, “We may waste our first trip to Italy, but that doesn’t mean that we need waste our second.”
Accept loss forever
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life but that great consciousness of life.
Believe in the holy contour of life
We should be wondering tonight, “Is there a world?” But I could go and talk on 5, 10, 20 minutes about is there a world, because there is really no world, cause sometimes I’m walkin’ on the ground and I see right through the ground. And there is no world. And you’ll find out.
Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.
I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.
Write in recollection and amazement for yourself
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
Time has laid his hand
Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it,
But as a harper lays his open palm
Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.
Words are the litmus paper of the minds. If you find yourself in the power of someone who will use the word “commence” in cold blood, go somewhere else very quickly. But if they say “Enter”, don’t stop to pack.
A boy’s will is the wind’s will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
The warriors that fought for their country, and bled,
Have sunk to their rest; the damp earth is their bed;
No stone tells the place where their ashes repose,
Nor points out the spot from the graves of their foes.
They died in their glory, surrounded by fame,
And Victory’s loud trump their death did proclaim;
They are dead; but they live in each Patriot’s breast,
And their names are engraven on honor’s bright crest.
God sent his Singers upon earth
With songs of sadness and of mirth,
That they might touch the hearts of men,
And bring them back to heaven again.
It’s career suicide, colleagues tell me, to speak out against the literary establishment; they’ll smear you. But never mind. I’m too old and too invisible to said establishment to care.