tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108729330447438432024-03-28T20:06:58.578-07:00Share MasteryPoetry, thoughts, and quotations to help get us through the night.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1473125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-18193636141554393292024-03-28T02:00:00.000-07:002024-03-28T02:00:00.273-07:00Opening day<p>You learn 'em English, <br /><span> </span><span> </span>and I'll learn 'em baseball. <br /><br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Dizzy Dean, <i>America's Dizzy Dean</i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-10575962852764626652024-03-27T02:00:00.000-07:002024-03-27T02:00:00.137-07:00This way out<p> The best way out is always through. <br /><br /><span> </span><span> </span>Robert Frost, <i>A Servant to Servants</i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-85155250401697653602024-03-26T02:00:00.001-07:002024-03-26T02:00:00.245-07:00Birthday wishes<p> A life is like a garden. <br /><span> </span>Perfect moments can be had, <br /><span> </span><span> </span>but not preserved, except in memory. <br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>LLAP (Live long and prosper)<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></p><p style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"> Leonard Nimoy's last tweet<br /><span> </span>Born March 26, 1931 <span> </span></p><p style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span> </span></p><p style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span> </span></p><p style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span> </span></p><p style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span> </span></p><p style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span> </span></p><p style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span> </span></p><p style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span> </span></p><p style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span> </span></p><p style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span> </span></p><p style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span> </span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-52714778667426144462024-03-25T02:00:00.000-07:002024-03-25T02:00:00.253-07:00A good recommendationYears ago my mother used to say to me, she'd say, <br /><span> </span>"In this world, Elwood, you must be," — she always called me Elwood — <br /><span> </span><span> </span>"In this world, you must be oh so smart, or oh so pleasant." <br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Well, for years I was smart. <br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>I recommend pleasant. <br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>You may quote me.<p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Elwood P. Dowd in the movie <i>Harvey</i> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-83538015117538711012024-03-24T02:00:00.000-07:002024-03-24T02:00:00.240-07:00God's work, and ours<p> I believe that appreciation is a holy thing, <br />that when we look for what's best in the person <br />we happen to be with at the moment, <br />we're doing what God does; <br />so in appreciating our neighbor, <br />we're participating in something truly sacred.<br /><br /><span> </span>Fred Rogers, <i>2001 Commencement Address, Middlebury College </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-40796178975222075072024-03-23T02:00:00.000-07:002024-03-23T02:00:00.136-07:00Poem: To Daffodils<p>Fair Daffodils, we weep to see <br /> You haste away so soon; <br />As yet the early-rising sun <br /> Has not attain'd his noon. <br /> Stay, stay, <br /> Until the hasting day <br /> Has run <br /> But to the even-song; <br />And, having pray'd together, we <br />Will go with you along. <br /><br /> We have short time to stay, as you, <br /> We have as short a spring; <br />As quick a growth to meet decay, <br /> As you, or anything. <br /> We die <br /> As your hours do, and dry <br /> Away, <br /> Like to the summer's rain; <br />Or as the pearls of morning's dew, <br />Ne'er to be found again. <br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Robert Herrick<br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-71241910102083183942024-03-22T02:00:00.000-07:002024-03-22T02:00:00.143-07:00New math<p>Anxiety = Uncertainty x Powerlessness <br />Curiosity = Wonder + Awe <br />Joy = Love - Fear<br />Event + Reaction = Outcome <br /> <br /><span> </span><span> </span>Chip Conley, <i>Emotional Equations</i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-44969230721715235012024-03-21T02:00:00.000-07:002024-03-21T02:00:00.139-07:00Take me to the fool in charge<p>Inviting people to laugh with you while you are laughing at yourself is a good thing to do. <br /><span> </span><span> </span>You may be a fool but you're the fool in charge.<br /><br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Carl Reiner, <i>My Anecdotal Life: A Memoir </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-76197312489831231242024-03-20T02:00:00.000-07:002024-03-20T02:00:00.132-07:00No hope<p>There is no hope, my friend. <br /><span> </span><span> </span>There is only what we do.<br /><br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Doc Holiday in film <i>Wyatt Earp</i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-71740544201233372582024-03-19T02:00:00.000-07:002024-03-19T02:00:00.130-07:00Language creates<p>A lie, once uttered, changes reality just as surely as if it were a great truth. <br /><br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Peter Ackroyd, <i>English Music</i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-82131778568087467732024-03-18T02:00:00.000-07:002024-03-18T02:00:00.131-07:00<p> I would especially like to recourt the Muse of poetry, <br /><span> </span>who ran off with the mailman four years ago, <br /><span> </span><span> </span>and drops me only a scribbled postcard from time to time. <br /><br /> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>John Updike, <i>The New York Times</i> 1968</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-52901884817074521762024-03-17T02:00:00.000-07:002024-03-17T02:00:00.128-07:00St. Patrick's Day<p>I cannot keep silent, nor would it be proper, <br />so many favours and graces has the Lord deigned <br />to bestow on me in the land of my captivity. <br />For after chastisement from God, and recognizing him, <br />our way to repay him is to exalt him <br />and confess his wonders before every nation under heaven.<br /><br /> <span> </span><span> </span>The Confession of St. Patrick, translated by John Skinner </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-78457558463953244402024-03-16T02:00:00.000-07:002024-03-16T02:00:00.134-07:00Poem: A Pint of Plain is Your Only ManWhen things go wrong and will not come right, <br />Though you do the best you can, <br />When life looks black as the hour of night – <br />A pint of plain is your only man. <br /><br />When money’s tight and hard to get <br />And your horse has also ran, <br />When all you have is a heap of debt – <br />A pint of plain is your only man. <br /><br />When health is bad and your heart feels strange, <br />And your face is pale and wan, <br />When doctors say you need a change, <br />A pint of plain is your only man. <br /><br />When food is scarce and your larder bare <br />And no rashers grease your pan, <br />When hunger grows as your meals are rare – <br />A pint of plain is your only man. <br /><br /> In time of trouble and lousey strife, <br />You have still got a darlint plan <br />You still can turn to a brighter life – <br />A pint of plain is your only man.<br /><br /> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Flann O'Brien <br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-75502453002453052262024-03-15T02:00:00.000-07:002024-03-15T02:00:00.150-07:00Pass it on<p> There are few pleasures equal to that of imparting to a voracious learner <br /><span> </span><span> </span>the knowledge that one has grown old and weary in acquiring.<br /><br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Thornton Wilder, <i>The Ides of March</i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-24591505654377766882024-03-14T02:00:00.000-07:002024-03-14T02:00:00.132-07:00No quarter asked or given<p>I believe very deeply in the human spirit <br />and I have a sense of awe about it <br />because I don't know how people carry on. <br />What makes the difference in people? <br />What is it? <br />I've known people that the world has thrown everything at <br />to discourage them, to kill them, to break their spirit. <br />And yet something about them retains a dignity. <br />They face life and don't ask quarters.<br /><br /><span> </span><span> </span>Horton Foote, <i>The New York Times Magazine 1986</i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-52413098314906435202024-03-13T02:00:00.000-07:002024-03-13T02:00:00.138-07:00Times must changeIt is all very well to sit back and hope for "the best in this best of all possible worlds" <br />but it's the course of personal and national suicide.<br />Unless there is a vast alteration in man's civilization as it stumbles along today, <br />man will not be here very long and none of us. <br />Times must change.<p> <span> </span>L. Ron Hubbard, <i>Ability newsletter</i>, March1966</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-26833239074908946572024-03-12T02:00:00.000-07:002024-03-12T02:00:00.130-07:00Getting what we want<p> Remember one thing about democracy. <br />We can have anything we want and at the same time, <br />we always end up with exactly what we deserve. <br /><br /><span> </span><span> </span>Edward Albee, in <i>Unleashing Intellectual Capital</i> by Charles Ehin</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-75058535752265133452024-03-11T02:00:00.000-07:002024-03-11T02:00:00.130-07:00Spring forward<p>Time is what keeps everything from happening at once.<br /><br /><span> </span><span> </span>Ray Cummings, <i>The Girl in the Golden Atom </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-24517692057035630412024-03-10T03:00:00.000-07:002024-03-10T03:00:00.128-07:00A ribbon of dreams<p>The camera is much more than a recording apparatus; <br />it is a medium via which messages reach us <br />from another world that is not ours <br />and that brings us to the heart of a great secret. <br />Here magic begins...A film is a ribbon of dreams. <br /></p><p>Orson Welles, in the documentary<br /><i>Magician: The Astonishing Life and Work of Orson Welles</i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i><br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br /> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-48325407716415699652024-03-09T02:00:00.000-08:002024-03-09T02:00:00.137-08:00Poem: The Movies<p>I would like to watch a movie tonight <br />in which a stranger rides into town <br />or where someone embarks on a long journey, <br /><br />a movie with the promise of danger, <br />danger visited upon the citizens of the town <br />by the stranger who rides in, <br /><br />or the danger that will befall the person <br />on his or her long hazardous journey— <br />it hardly matters to me <br /><br /> so long as I am not in danger, <br />and not much danger lies in watching <br />a movie, you might as well agree. <br /><br /> I would prefer to watch this movie at home <br />than walk out in the cold to a theater <br />and stand on line for a ticket. <br /><br /> I want to watch it lying down <br />with the bed hitched up to the television <br />the way they'd hitch up a stagecoach <br /><br /> to a team of horses <br />so the movie could pull me along <br />the crooked, dusty road of its adventures. <br /><br />I would stay out of harm's way <br />by identifying with the characters <br />like the bartender in the movie about the stranger <br /><br />who rides into town, <br />the fellow who knows enough to duck <br />when a chair shatters the mirror over the bar. <br /><br /> Or the stationmaster <br />in the movie about the perilous journey, <br />the fellow who fishes a gold watch from his pocket, <br /><br /> helps a lady onto the train, <br />and hands up a heavy satchel <br />to the man with the mustache <br /><br /> and the dangerous eyes, <br />waving the all-clear to the engineer. <br />Then the train would pull out of the station <br /><br /> and the movie would continue without me. <br />And at the end of the day <br />I would hang up my oval hat on a hook <br /><br /> and take the shortcut home to my two dogs, <br />my faithful, amorous wife, and my children— <br />Molly, Lucinda, and Harold, Jr.</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Billy Collins</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-11415174265102612092024-03-08T02:00:00.001-08:002024-03-08T02:00:00.143-08:00International Women's Day<p> And what is better than wisdom?<br /><span> </span><span> </span>Woman.<br />And what is better than a good woman?<br /><span> </span><span> </span>Nothing.<br /><br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Geoffrey Chaucer, <i>The Canterbury Tales</i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-61654098627961999892024-03-07T02:00:00.000-08:002024-03-07T02:00:00.142-08:00Sleep<p>Happiness consists in getting enough sleep. <br /><span> </span>Just that, nothing more.<br /> <span> </span><span> </span>All the wealthy, unhappy people you’ve ever met take sleeping pills; <br /><br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Robert A. Heinlein, <i>Starship Troopers</i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-19511195472903176892024-03-06T02:00:00.000-08:002024-03-06T02:00:00.131-08:00Being alive<p>I like living. <br />I have sometimes been wildly despairing, <br />acutely miserable, racked with sorrow,<br /> but through it all I still know quite certainly <br />that just to be alive is a grand thing. <br /><br /><span> </span><span> </span>Agatha Christie, <i>An Autobiography</i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-7146507557233046012024-03-05T02:00:00.000-08:002024-03-05T02:00:00.245-08:00Crispus Attucks Day<p>He is one of the most important figures in African-American history, <br />not for what he did for his own race but for what he did for all oppressed people everywhere. <br />He is a reminder that the African-American heritage is not only African but American <br />and it is a heritage that begins with the beginning of America.<br /><br /><span> </span><span> </span> Martin Luther King, Jr., <i>Why We Can't Wait </i><br /></p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><i>March 5 is the anniversary of the death of Crispus Attucks, <br />the first person to die in the Boston Massacre</i></p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><i> </i></p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><i> </i></p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><i> </i></p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><i> </i></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872933044743843.post-47564316649614976612024-03-04T02:00:00.000-08:002024-03-04T02:00:00.127-08:00So often trueThey were heedless of the fact <br /><span> </span>that they’d gain more converts if they just stopped talking.<br /><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>James Ellroy, <i>Perfidia</i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0