For after all, the best thing one can do
When it is raining, is to let it rain.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Birds of Killingworth
For after all, the best thing one can do
When it is raining, is to let it rain.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Birds of Killingworth
Because deep in my heart, I know there is always something to write about,
but there is also always nothing - and terrifyingly little air between.
Nick Cave, Red Hand Files 286
Abraham Joshua Heschel, Who Is Man?
may the tide
that is entering even now
the lip of our understanding
carry you out
beyond the face of fear
may you kiss
the wind then turn from it
certain that it will
love your back may you
open your eyes to water
water waving forever
and may you in your innocence
sail through this to that
Lucille Clifton
[Optimism] is not about providing a recipe for self-deception.
The world can be a horrible, cruel place,
and at the same time it can be wonderful and abundant.
These are both truths.
There is not a halfway point;
there is only choosing which truth to put in your personal foreground.
Sonja Lyubomirsky, The How of Happiness
It takes something more than intelligence to act intelligently.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment
There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Boscombe Valley Mystery
Progress doesn't come from early risers—
progress is made by lazy men looking for easier ways to do things.
Robert Heinlein, Time Enough For Love
Religion will not regain its old power
until it can face change
in the same spirit as does science.
Its principles may be eternal,
but the expression of those principles
requires continual development.
Alfred North Whitehead, Science and the Modern World
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.
Langston Hughes
I should dearly love that the world should be ever so little better for my presence. Even on this small stage we have our two sides, and something might be done by throwing all one's weight on the scale of breadth, tolerance, charity, temperance, peace, and kindliness to man and beast. We can't all strike very big blows, and even the little ones count for something.
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Stark Munro Letters
Real stupidity beats artificial intelligence every time.
Terry Pratchett, Hogfather
Didn't come up here to read. Came up here to hit.
Hank Aaron to catcher Yogi Berra, who told him to turn his bat around so he could see the trademark during the 1957 World Series, Bartlett's Book of Anecdotes
Somebody once said we never know
what is enough until we know
what's more than enough.
Billie Holiday, Lady Sings the Blues
I could enjoy the simple life
with a small living quarters,
a scratched album of Johnny Cash
and a Box of Twinkies
Stanley Victor Paskavich, Return to Stantasyland
[Continental Bakery created Twinkies April 6, 1930]
The word "resurrection" has for many people the connotation
of dead bodies leaving their graves or other fanciful images.
But resurrection means the victory of the New state of things,
the New Being born out of the death of the Old.
Resurrection is not an event that might happen in some remote future,
but it is the power of the New Being to create life out of death,
here and now, today and tomorrow.
Paul Tillich, The New Being
Flat you are as a door mat
and as homely.
No crust, no glaze, you lack
a cosmetic glow.
You break with a snap.
You are dry as a twig
split from an oak
in midwinter.
You are bumpy as a mud basin
in a drought.
Square as a slab of pavement,
you have no inside
to hide raisins or seeds.
You are pale as the full moon
pocked with craters.
What we see is what we get
honest, plain, dry
shining with nostalgia
as if baked with light
instead of heat.
The bread of flight and haste
In the mouth you promise, home.
Marge Piercy
We must look at ourselves differently.
We are freer than we think.
We haven't begun to live yet.
The man whose light has come on in his head,
in his dormant sun, can never be kept down or defeated.
We can redream this world and make the dream real.
Human beings are gods hidden from ourselves.
Ben Okri, The Famished Road
There’s no way to repay a mother’s love, or lack of it.
Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic’s Notebook
Now the LORD spoke to Moses in the Wilderness of Sinai,
in the first month of the second year
after they had come out of the land of Egypt, saying:
"Let the children of Israel keep the Passover at its appointed time.
"On the fourteenth day of this month, at twilight,
you shall keep it at its appointed time.
According to all its rites and ceremonies you shall keep it."
Book of Numbers, chap. 9, verse 1-3