Archive for August, 2007

Helen Keller on Death

Friday, August 31st, 2007

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.

- Helen Keller

Lorraine Lee Cudmore on Science

Friday, August 31st, 2007

Cells let us walk, talk, think, make love and realize the bath water is cold.

- Lorraine Lee Cudmore

Rainer Maria Rilke on Nature

Thursday, August 30th, 2007

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

- Rainer Maria Rilke

Irving Kristol on Equality

Thursday, August 30th, 2007

Democracy does not guarantee equality of conditions - it only guarantees equality of opportunity.

- Irving Kristol

Salvatore Quasimodo on Poetry

Wednesday, August 29th, 2007

Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own.

- Salvatore Quasimodo

John Burroughs on Nature

Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter; to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird’s nest or a wildflower in spring - these are some of the rewards of the simple life.

- John Burroughs

Leonardo da Vinci on Death

Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

- Leonardo da Vinci

Fran Lebowitz on Humor

Monday, August 27th, 2007

You’re only has good as your last haircut.

- Fran Lebowitz

Christopher Morley on Humor

Monday, August 27th, 2007

Humor is perhaps a sense of intellectual perspective: an awareness that some things are really important, others not; and that the two kinds are most oddly jumbled in everyday affairs.

- Christopher Morley

Reggie Jackson on Sports

Sunday, August 26th, 2007

The will to win is worthless if you don’t get paid for it.

- Reggie Jackson