Patience

A goose never voted for an early Christmas.

            Irish saying

 

 

 

 

 

 

Smart

An intelligent woman is a woman with whom one can be as stupid as one wants.

        Paul Valery, Mauvaises Pensées et Autres

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Hannukah

The path of the righteous ones is like the bright light
that is getting lighter and lighter until the day is firmly established.

        Solomon, Proverbs Chapter 4, Verse18

 

 

 

 

Poem: They Build the Tabernacle

To devotion God set no limits,
and to dedication of the spirit
God set no bounds.

But great quantities of tribute God did not demand,
and the people were restrained from bringing
too much gold for the Tabernacle.

Though the Temples of Solomon and Herod
were far more costly,
it is written that the Divine Presence was found
more constantly in the humbler structure.

To dedicate the spirit to God is more difficult
than to give money,
to devote the whole heart to God
is more difficult than bringing gifts.

Not because of the gold on the walls
does the light of the sanctuary shine forth,
but because of the spirit within.

Those who worship carry away with them
more than they bring
for they find there the light to illumine
their lives.

                    Ruth Brin 

 

 

 

 

 

Deep in December it's nice to remember

December is a month that is rife with nostalgia.
If there’s anything deep in your heart that you want to keep buried,
you can count on December to bring it to the surface.

        Lois Duncan, Don’t Look Behind You

 

 

 

 

 

The pleasure of one's company

Sometimes, I feel discriminated against but it does not make me angry.
It merely astonishes me.
How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company?

        Zora Neal Hurston, Dust Tracks on a Road

 

 

 

Real self importance

If only you could sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet;
how important you can be to people you may never even dream of.
There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person.

    Fred Rogers, Mister Rogers' Neighborhood: Thoughts For All Ages

 

 

 

 

 

 

Justification

To use the past to justify the present is bad enough—
but it’s just as bad to use the present to justify the past.

        Amitav Ghosh, The Glass Palace

 

 

 

 

What the world needs now

I agree with Paul that love is more important than faith and hope;
but so are honesty, integrity, and moral courage.
The world needs less faith and more love and nobility.

        Walter Kaufmann, From Shakespeare to Existentialism 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The higher gifts

Be ambitious for the higher gifts,
And I’m going to show you a way
that is better than any of them.
If I speak in the tongues of men and angels,
but have no love,
I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbol.
I may have the gift of prophecy,
and know every hidden truth;
I may have faith strong enough to move mountains;
but if I have no love,
I am nothing.
If I offer all my goods to the poor, piece by piece
and deliver my body to be burned,
I gain nothing.

Love is patient and kind;
love is not jealous or boastful,
it is not arrogant or rude.
Love does not insist on its own way;
it is not irritable or resentful;
it does not rejoice at wrong but rejoices in the truth.
Love forgives all things,
bears all things,
believes all things,
hopes all things,
Endures all things.

Love never ends;
as for prophecies, they will pass away;
as for knowledge, it will vanish.
For our knowledge and our prophecy alike are imperfect,
and the imperfect vanishes when wholeness comes.
When I was a child,
my speech, my outlook and my thoughts were all childish.
When I grew up, I had done with childish things.
Now we see only puzzling reflections in a mirror,
but then we shall see face to face.
My knowledge now is imperfect,
then it will be whole,
like God’s knowledge of me.

So faith, hope, love abide –
these three –
but the greatest of these
is love. 

      Saint Paul, Letter to the Corinthians

 

 

 

Poem: Don't Do That

It was bring-your-own if you wanted anything
hard, so I brought Johnnie Walker Red
along with some resentment I’d held in
for a few weeks, which was not helped
by the sight of little nameless things
pierced with toothpicks on the tables,
or by talk that promised to be nothing
if not small. But I’d consented to come,
and I knew what part of the house
their animals would be sequestered,
whose company I loved. What else can I say,

except that old retainer of slights and wrongs,
that bad boy I hadn’t quite outgrown—
I’d brought him along, too. I was out
to cultivate a mood. My hosts greeted me,
but did not ask about my soul, which was when
I was invited by Johnnie Walker Red
to find the right kind of glass, and pour.
I toasted the air. I said hello to the wall,
then walked past a group of women
dressed to be seen, undressing them
one by one, and went up the stairs to where

the Rottweilers were, Rosie and Tom,
and got down with them on all fours.
They licked the face I offered them,
and I proceeded to slick back my hair
with their saliva, and before long
I felt like a wild thing, ready to mess up
the party, scarf the hors d’oeuvres.
But the dogs said, No, don’t do that,
calm down, after a while they open the door
and let you out, they pet your head, and everything
you might have held against them is gone,
and you’re good friends again. Stay, they said.

                    Stephen Dunn 

 

 

 

 

Where are they?

If the future and the past do exist
I want to know where they are.
I may not yet be capable of such knowledge,
but at least I know that wherever they are,
they are not there as future or past, but as present.
For if, wherever they are,
they are future, they do not yet exist;
if past, they no longer exist.
So wherever they are and whatever they are,
it is only by being present that they are.

        St. Augustine, Confessions, Book II

As the twig is bent

Out of the crooked timber of humanity, no straight thing was ever made.

    Immanuel Kant, Idea for a Universal History with a Cosmopolitan Purpose

 

 

 

Luxury

There is nothing more luxurious
than eating while you read—
unless it be reading while you eat.

        E. Nesbit, The Magic World

 

 

 

 

Consolation prize

The consolation of imaginary things
        is not imaginary consolation.

                Roger Scruton, Art and Imagination

 

 

 

 

 

Isn't it obvious?

Come December, people always say, 'Isn't it cold?'
Well, of course it's cold. It's the middle of winter.
You don't wander around at midnight saying, 'Isn't it dark?'

            Arthur Smith, Arthur Smith's Hamlet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trust and faith

I have learned that faith means trusting in advance
what will only make sense in reverse.

        Philip Yancey, Finding God in Unexpected Places

 

 

 

 

Poem: Butter

My mother loves butter more than I do,
more than anyone. She pulls chunks off
the stick and eats it plain, explaining
cream spun around into butter! Growing up
we ate turkey cutlets sauteed in lemon
and butter, butter and cheese on green noodles,
butter melting in small pools in the hearts
of Yorkshire puddings, butter better
than gravy staining white rice yellow,
butter glazing corn in slipping squares,
butter the lava in white volcanoes
of hominy grits, butter softening
in a white bowl to be creamed with white
sugar, butter disappearing into
whipped sweet potatoes, with pineapple,
butter melted and curdy to pour
over pancakes, butter licked off the plate
with warm Alaga syrup. When I picture
the good old days I am grinning greasy
with my brother, having watched the tiger
chase his tail and turn to butter. We are
Mumbo and Jumbo’s children despite
historical revision, despite
our parent’s efforts, glowing from the inside
out, one hundred megawatts of butter.

             Elizabeth Alexander

 

 

 

 

Dreamers

We can redream this world and make the dream come real.
        Human beings are gods hidden from themselves.

                    Ben Okri, The Famished Road

 

 

 

Words to live by

Yet, as our power has grown, so has our peril. Today we give our thanks, most of all, for the ideals of honor and faith we inherit from our forefathers--for the decency of purpose, steadfastness of resolve and strength of will, for the courage and the humility, which they possessed and which we must seek every day to emulate. As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words but to live by them.

Let us therefore proclaim our gratitude to Providence for manifold blessings--let us be humbly thankful for inherited ideals--and let us resolve to share those blessings and those ideals with our fellow human beings throughout the world.

                John F. Kennedy, in his last Thanksgiving Day proclamation, 1963 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Take me to the river

I love you like a river that creates the right conditions
for trees and bushes and flowers to flourish along its banks.
I love you like a river that gives water to the thirsty
and takes people where they want to go.

            Paulo Coelho, Aleph

 

 

 

 

Truth stands

An error does not become truth by reason of multiplied propagation,
nor does truth become error because nobody sees it.
Truth stands, even if there be no public support.
It is self sustained.

            Mahatma Gandhi, Young India

 

 

 

 

 

Big difference

We think in generalities, but we live in detail.

        Alfred North Whitehead, The Education of an Englishman

 

 

 

 

It all counts

There is no act of love toward one’s neighbor that falls into the void.
Just because the act was realized blindly, it must appear somewhere as effect.
Somewhere.

                Franz Rosenzweig, The Star of Redemption

 

 

 

 

Family

If I had to preach a sermon on the family I would take for my text this phrase of Paul Valery's: In every family there is concealed a specific interior boredom which causes its members to escape and live their own lives. There is also in every family an ancient and powerful force which manifests itself when the group is gathered in the dining-room for its evening meal, when its members feel free to be completely themselves.

            André Maurois, Un Art de Vivre (The Art of Living) 

 

 

 

 

 

Poem: Bless Their Hearts

At Steak ‘n Shake I learned that if you add

“Bless their hearts” after their names, you can say

whatever you want about them and it’s OK.

My son, bless his heart, is an idiot,

she said. He rents storage space for his kids’

toys—they’re only one and three years old!

I said, my father, bless his heart, has turned

into a sentimental old fool. He gets

weepy when he hears my daughter’s greeting

on our voice mail. Before our Steakburgers came

someone else blessed her office mate’s heart,

then, as an afterthought, the jealous hearts

of the entire anthropology department.

We bestowed blessings on many a heart

that day. I even blessed my ex-wife’s heart.

Our waiter, bless his heart, would not be getting

much tip, for which, no doubt, he’d bless our hearts.

In a week it would be Thanksgiving,

and we would each sit with our respective

families, counting our blessings and blessing

the hearts of family members as only family

does best. Oh, bless us all, yes, bless us, please

bless us and bless our crummy little hearts.

 

                     Richard Newman 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just joking

The joke of the world is less like a banana peel than a rake, the old rake in the grass, the one you step on, foot to forehead. It all comes together. In a twinkling. You have to admire the gag for its symmetry, accomplishing all with one right angle, the same right angle which accomplishes all philosophy. One step on the rake and its mind under matter once again. You wake up with a piece of tree in your skull. You wake up with fruit on your hands. You wake up in a clearing and see yourself, ashamed. You see your own face and it’s seven years old and there’s no knowing why, or where you’ve been since. We’re tossed broadcast into time like so much grass, some ravening god’s sweet hay.   

Annie Dillard, Holy the Firm

Revelation

The truth is revealed by removing things that stand in its light,
an art not unlike sculpture, in which the artist creates,
not by building, but by hacking away.

            Alan Watts, The Wisdom of Insecurity

 

 

 

 

Carry on

Sometimes, carrying on,
    just carrying on,
        is the superhuman achievement.

                Albert Camus, The Fall 

 

 

 

 

 

Don't be a potato

The man who has nothing to boast of but his illustrious ancestry,
is somewhat like a potato, the only good thing is under ground.

        Thomas Overbury, Characters

 

 

 

What are you building?

In the moment of crisis,
    the wise build bridges
        and the foolish build dams.

                Nigerian proverb

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don't fight the future

You cannot fight against the future.
         Time is on our side.

            William Gladstone, 1866 Speech to the House of Commons

 

 

 

 

 

Perfection

What is love's perfection?
To love our enemies,
and to love them to the end that they may be our brothers.

        St. Augustine of Hippo, Ten Homilies of the First Epistle of John

 

 

 

 

 

Ask for a better room

I wish I could show you
when you are lonely or in darkness
the astonishing light of your own being.
Even after all this time
the Sun never says to the Earth,
"You owe me."
Look what happens
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.
Fear is the cheapest room in the house.
I would like to see you living in better conditions.

        Daniel Ladinsky, writing as the Persian poet Hafez

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Choose your stories

Be careful of the stories on offer;
test them for who they tell you
you can be and we can be.
Look for the liberatory ones,
the ones that open doors and
take you through the gates,
not the ones that slam them.
The ones that invite you to expand,
not contract, to expand in care,
in awareness, in connection.

    Rebecca Solnit, We Were Made for This, Meditations in an Emergency

 

 

 

Anxiety

I define anxiety as experiencing failure in advance.

        Seth Godin, Poke the Box 

 

 

 

 

 

Good questions

I want to know what’s real.
I want to know what’s true.
And I also want to know why the world is going mad.

        Paul Kingsnorth, New York Times interview, October 2025

 

 

 

 

Poem: Armistice

The water sings along our keel,   

   The wind falls to a whispering breath;

I look into your eyes and feel

   No fear of life or death;   

So near is love, so far away   

The losing strife of yesterday.

We watch the swallow skim and dip;

   Some magic bids the world be still;   

Life stands with finger upon lip;

   Love hath his gentle will;

Though hearts have bled, and tears have burned,

The river floweth unconcerned.

We pray the fickle flag of truce

   Still float deceitfully and fair;

Our eyes must love its sweet abuse;   

   This hour we will not care,

Though just beyond to-morrow's gate,   

Arrayed and strong, the battle wait.

 

                     Sophie Jewett 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I led three lives

All human beings have three lives:
        public, private, and secret.

                 Gabriel García Márquez, Gabriel García Márquez: a Life

 

 

 

 

Tolerance

The highest result of education is tolerance. Long ago men fought and died for their faith; but it took ages to teach them the other kind of courage — the courage to recognize the faiths of their brethren and their rights of conscience. Tolerance is the first principle of community; it is the spirit which conserves the best that all men think.

        Helen Keller, Optimism

 

 

 

 

 

Poem: Break of Day

‘Tis true, ‘tis day, what though it be?

O wilt thou therefore rise from me?

Why should we rise because ‘tis light?

Did we lie down because ‘twas night?

Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither,

Should in despite of light keep us together.

Light hath no tongue, but is all eye;

If it could speak as well as spy,

This were the worst that it could say,

That being well I fain would stay,

And that I loved my heart and honour so,

That I would not from him, that had them, go.

Must business thee from hence remove?

Oh, that’s the worst disease of love,

The poor, the foul, the false, love can

Admit, but not the busied man.

He which hath business, and makes love, doth do

Such wrong, as when a married man doth woo.

                John Donne

 

 

 

 

Compassion

Picasso supposedly said he never saw a painting he didn’t like.
‘Oh come on, you’re not Will Rogers,’ people said to him,
but Picasso said: ‘No, I mean it, I’ll even go to a hotel someplace
and see a little painting of flowers, and I think,
just to get the paint from here to there, well,
my heart goes out to the artist who did it.’

            Wayne Thiebaud, New York Times interview, August 23, 1996

This explains almost everything

The world has the memory of a fish.

            Albanian proverb

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Enigma

I can teach a man to sail,
    but I can never teach him why.

            Timothy E. Thatcher, The American Scholar

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dream on

I’ll never stop dreaming,
because if you stop dreaming,
you’re just wasting eight hours a night.

        Moonlighting television series, Season 2, Episode 4

 

 

 

 

Daylight Savings Time

I object to being told that I am saving daylight
when my reason tells me that I am doing nothing of the kind...
At the back of the Daylight Saving scheme,
I detect the bony, blue-fingered hand of Puritanism,
eager to push people into bed earlier, and get them up earlier,
to make them healthy, wealthy, and wise in spite of themselves.

        Robertson Davies, The Papers of Samuel Marchbanks

 

 

 

 

Be happy

And the Messiah said unto them, "If a man told God that he wanted most of all to help the suffering world, no matter the price to himself, and God answered and told him what he must do, should the man do as he is told?"

"Of course, Master!" cried the many. "It should be pleasure for him to suffer the tortures of hell itself, should God ask it!"

"No matter what those tortures, no matter how difficult the task?"

"Honor to be hanged, glory to be nailed to a tree and burned, if so be that God has asked," said they.

"And what would you do," the Master said unto the multitude, "if God spoke directly to your face and said, 'I COMMAND THAT YOU BE HAPPY IN THE WORLD, AS LONG AS YOU LIVE.' What would you do then?"

And the multitude was silent, not a voice, not a sound was heard upon the hillsides, across the valleys where they stood.

                Richard Bach, Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poem: November

Show's over, folks. And didn't October do

A bang-up job? Crisp breezes, full-throated cries

Of migrating geese, low-floating coral moon.

Nothing left but fool's gold in the trees.

Did I love it enough, the full-throttle foliage,

While it lasted? Was I dazzled? The bees

Have up and quit their last-ditch flights of forage

And gone to shiver in their winter clusters.

Field mice hit the barns, big squirrels gorge

On busted chestnuts. A sky like hardened plaster

Hovers. The pasty river, its next of kin,

Coughs up reed grass fat as feather dusters.

Even the swarms of kids have given in

To winter's big excuse, boxed-in allure:

TVs ricochet light behind pulled curtains.

The days throw up a closed sign around four.

The hapless customer who'd wanted something

Arrives to find lights out, a bolted door.

          

                Maggie Dietz

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Suit yourself

The philosophies behind witch and a wiccan are totally different.
A wiccan wears ceremonial black robes
and invites her body to be inhabited by an evil spirit
that commands her to perform tasks of mayhem and destruction.
A witch, on the other hand, can wear anything she wants. 

         Amy Sedaris, Paul Dinello and Stephen Colbert
         Wigfield: The Can-Do Town That Just May Not 

 

 

 

 

 

Is that you?

For some of us, Halloween is everyday.

        Tim Burton, Tim Burton 

 

 

 

 

 

Adios, pelota

Vamos a tomar el té a casa. Un chico, que juega al fútbol en la calle, al ver que su pelota corre debajo de mi automóvil, grita: "Adiós, pelota." Borges comenta "Adiós, pelota: toda la ternura y la poesía que hay en esa frase."

We're going home for tea. A boy, playing soccer in the street, seeing his ball run under my car, shouts: "Goodbye, ball." Borges comments: "Goodbye, ball: what tenderness and poetry there is in that phrase."

Adolfo Bioy Casares, Borges

Job description

If Satan should ever replace God
    he would find it necessary to assume
            the attributes of Divinity.

                    Robert A. Heinlein, Double Star

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Being human

It is human nature which does not change,
        no matter the era or situation.

                Thornton Wilder, The Ides of March

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hymn: Stand By Me

When the storms of life are raging, stand by me.
When the storms of life are raging, stand by me.
When the world is tossing me, like a ship upon the sea,
thou who rulest wind and water, stand by me.

In the midst of tribulation, stand by me.
In the midst of tribulation, stand by me.
When the hosts of hell assail, and my strength begins to fail,
thou who never lost a battle, stand by me.

In the midst of faults and failures, stand by me.
In the midst of faults and failures, stand by me.
When I do the best I can, and my friends misunderstand,
thou who knowest all about me, stand by me.

In the midst of persecution, stand by me.
In the midst of persecution, stand by me.
When my foes in battle array, undertake to stop my way,
thou who saved Paul and Silas, stand by me.

When I'm growing old and feeble, stand by me.
When I'm growing old and feeble, stand by me.
When my life becomes a burden, and I'm nearing chilly Jordan,
O thou Lily of the Valley, stand by me.

            Rev. Charles Albert Tindley

 

 

 

 

 

Poem: Sonnet 73

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

                William Shakespeare

Never stop

Outrun the people who quit when they feel discomfort,
outrun the people who stop because of despair,
outrun the people who are delayed because of prejudice,
outrun the people who surrender to failure,
and outrun the opponent who loses sight of the goal.
Because if you want to win, the will can never retire,
the race can never stop, and faith can never weaken. 

            Muhammad Ali, The Soul Of A Butterfly

 

 

 

 

Lengthy childhood

It is my belief, based partly on personal experience
but partly also arrived at by looking around at others,
that childhood lasts considerably longer
in the males of our species than in the females.

        Lewis Thomas, The Youngest Science: Notes of a Medicine Watcher

 

 

 

 

 

Remember this

The memory sometimes is so retentive, so serviceable, so obedient;
at others, so bewildered and so weak;
and at others again so tyrannic, so beyond control!
We are, to be sure, a miracle every way—
but our powers of recollecting and of forgetting
do seem peculiarly past finding out.

            Jane Austen, Mansfield Park

 

 

 

 

Play on

Life is like playing a violin solo in public
and learning the instrument as one goes on.

        Samuel Butler, Speech at the Somerville Club, 1895

 

 

 

 

Woven patterns

Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns,
so that each small piece of her fabric reveals
the organization of the entire tapestry.

        Richard Feynman, 1964 Messenger Lectures at Cornell University

 

 

 

 

 

Real faith

The heart has its reasons, which reason does not know.
We feel it in a thousand things.
It is the heart which experiences God, and not the reason.
This, then, is faith: God felt by the heart, not by the reason.
We do not content ourselves
with the life we have in ourselves and in our being;
we desire to live an imaginary life in the mind of others,
and for this purpose we endeavor to shine.
We labor unceasingly to adorn and preserve
this imaginary existence and neglect the real.

            Blaise Pascal, Pensées

 

 

 

Poem: Alumnus Football

Bill Jones had been the shining star upon his college team,
His tackling was ferocious and his bucking was a dream;
When husky William tucked the ball beneath his brawny arm
They had a special man to ring the ambulance alarm.

Bill had the speed—Bill had the weight—the nerve to never yield;
From goal to goal he whizzed along while fragments strewed the field;
And there had been a standing bet—which no one tried to call—
That he could gain his distance through a ten-foot granite wall.

When he wound up his college course each student’s heart was sore;
They wept to think that Husky Bill would buck the line no more;
Not so with William—in his dreams he saw the field of fame
Where he would buck to glory in the swirl of life’s big game.

Sweet are the dreams of campus life—the world which lies beyond
Gleams ever on our inmost gaze with visions fair and fond;
We see our fondest hopes achieved and on with striving soul
We buck the line and run the ends until we reach the goal.

So, with his sheepskin tucked beneath his brawny arm one day,
Bill put on steam and dashed into the thickest of the fray;
With eyes ablaze, he sprinted where the laureled highway led—
When Bill woke up his scalp hung loose and knots adorned his head.

He tried to run the ends of life—when lo—with vicious toss
A bill-collector tackled him and threw him for a loss;
And when he switched his course again and crashed into the line,
The massive guard named failure did a two-step on his spine.

Bill tried to punt out of the rut—but ere he turned the trick
Rick-tackle competition tumbled through and blocked the kick;
And when he tackled at success in one long vicious bound,
The full-back, disappointment, steered his features in the ground.

But one day when across the field of fame the goal seemed dim,
The wise old coach, experience, came up and said to him:
“Old boy,” spoke he, “the main point now before you win your bout
Is keep on bucking failure till you’ve worn the lobster out.

“Cut out this work around the ends—go in there, low and hard—
Just put your eye upon the goal and start there, yard by yard;
And more than all—when you are thrown—or tumbled with a crack—
Don’t lie there whining—hustle up—and keep on coming back.

“Keep coming back for all they’ve got and take it with a grin
When disappointment trips you up or failure barks your shin;
Keep coming back—and if at last you lose the game of right
Let those who whipped you know at least they, too, have had a fight,

“You’ll find the bread-line hard to buck and fame’s goal far away,
But hit the line and hit it hard across each rushing play;
For when the One Great Scorer comes to write against your name—
He marks—not that you won or lost—but how you played the game.” 

                         Grantland Rice