posted June 10, 2008 01:49 AM              

"Love touches everything, even death."

"I throw a spear into the darkness. That is intuition.
Then I must send an army into the darkness to find the spear. That is intellect."
Ingmar Bergman (this, and the previous two).

"I think the first virtue is to restrain the tongue; he approaches nearest to gods who knows how to be silent, even though he is in the right."

" 'Tis sometimes the height of wisdom to feign stupidity."
Marcus Porcius Cato (Cato the Elder; this, and the previous one).

"Oh, love isn't there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure."
Hermann Hesse

"A loser doesn't know what he'll do if he loses, but talks about what he'll do if he wins, and a winner doesn't talk about what he'll do if he wins, but knows what he'll do if he loses."

"The only time human beings are sane is the 10 minutes after intercourse."
Eric Berne (this, and the previous one).

"It's not enough to rage against the lie...you've got to replace it with the truth."
Bono

posted June 10, 2008 04:17 AM            

Ricky Fitts: It's like God's looking right at you, just for a second, and if you're careful... you can look right back.
Jane Burnham: And what do you see?
Ricky Fitts: Beauty.

posted June 11, 2008 02:39 AM            

I wasn't going to check LL before I went to sleep because I felt so good and I was worried I would find something sad or depressing. I found beauty instead. Nice stuff, T.

ha HA Mercury retrograde!!!!!!!!
oh wait
I take that back...
I'm sorry!
I'm sorry!

Have mercy Mercury retrograde...

posted June 22, 2008 11:04 AM              

~ Zora Neale Hurston

For a tree's branches to reach to heaven,
its roots must reach to hell.

~ Medieval Alchemical Dictum

There can be no transforming
of darkness into light
and of apathy into movement
without emotion.

~ Carl Jung

The dark night of the soul
comes just before revelation.

~ Joseph Campbell

When the heart weeps because it has lost
the spirit laughs because it has found.

~ Sufi aphorism

Hope is the thing
with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune
without the words
And never stops at all

~Emily Dickinson

Your pain is
the breaking of the shell
that encloses
your understanding.

~Kahlil Gibran

The altering eye alters all.
~William Blake

For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal
the Soul within.

~Lord Alfred Tennyson

posted June 28, 2008 03:50 PM              

"Only those things are beautiful which are inspired by madness and written by reason."

“Too often I wait for the sentence to finish taking shape in my mind before setting it down. It is better to seize it by the end that first offers itself, head or foot, though not knowing the rest, then pull: the rest will follow along."

"Great authors are admirable in this respect: in every generation they make for disagreement. Through them we become aware of our differences."

"The most important things to say are those which often I did not think necessary for me to say -- because they were too obvious."

"Rise up naked, valiant; make the sheaths crack; push aside the stakes; to grow straight you need no more than the thrust of your sap and the call of the sun."

"Man: The most complex of beings, and thus the most dependent of beings. On all that made you up, you depend."

"Believe those who seek the truth, doubt those who find it; doubt all, but do not doubt yourself."

posted June 28, 2008 11:25 PM              

It's scandalous how they love and laugh
at any small event.

posted July 04, 2008 11:42 PM              

“As soon as I figure out what that means, I’ll deliver a crushing reply.” - Bing Crosby

“Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing has happened.” - Winston Churchill

“Orthodoxy means not thinking — not needing to think. Orthodoxy is unconsciousness.” ~ George Orwell

“What is wanted is not the will to believe, but the will to find out, which is the exact opposite." - Bertrand Russell

“You may force me to say what you wish; you may revile me for saying what I do. But it moves.“ - Galileo

“Talent hits a target no one else can hit; Genius hits a target no one else can see.” - Arthur Schopenhauer

“Against criticism a man can neither protest nor defend himself; he must act in spite of it, and then it will gradually yield to him.” ~ Goethe

“The race is not always to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, but that’s the way to bet.” - Damon Runyon

“We are here on Earth to do good to others. What the others are here for, I don’t know.” - W.H. Auden

“Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake.” - Napoleon Bonaparte

posted July 04, 2008 11:45 PM              

- Tom Stoppard, ‘Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead’

“He who perceives in the spiritual world must know that at times Imaginations are assigned to him which at first he must forego understanding; he must receive them as Imaginations and let them ripen in his soul as such. In spiritual experience, much depends on a man having the patience to make observations, at first to simply accept them, and to wait with understanding them until the right moment arrives. “

- Rudolf Steiner

When you tell me that you were unpopular as a child,
and that your mother spoke of you in a rueful
tone of voice, and that all this seemed to go on
for a very long time, the slow time that it took
for you to grow up, I believe you, and I enjoy
thinking about that odd, awkward child.
The grapevine flower, you know, is nothing much,
but the ripened fruit gives pleasure to men and gods.

- Goethe

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.”

posted July 04, 2008 11:45 PM              

“Rabbi, where is your furniture?” asked the tourist.

“Where is yours?” replied Hafez.

“Mine? But I’m only a vistitor here.”

“So am I,” said the rabbi.

posted August 08, 2008 03:13 AM            

~Stones

All you need is love.

~Beatles

posted August 10, 2008 11:10 PM              

If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.

A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.

When a symbol or spiritual idea becomes rigidly elaborate in its construction, it supplants the idea which it should support.

Gross utility kills beauty. We now have all over the world huge production of things, huge organizations, huge administrations of empire - all obstructing the path of life.
Civilization is waiting for a great consummation, for an expression of its soul in beauty. This must be your contribution to the world.

Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.

posted August 11, 2008 03:55 AM              

Nietzsche does not love man for what man is becoming. That is not what he says. Rather, he loves man precisely because man is in this state of becoming. It is because man is subject to, and contains within himself, all the vicissitudes of the universal soul. This is not a philosophy which hopes to have the last word, nor wishes to know the end of things. That stasis is precisely what Nietzsche abhors, and his love of the natural world is such, that he desires no end of seasons. The premise that each season of the mind, the soul, or the body, obeys the laws of its own internal rythms, while yet participating in an order higher and more comprehensive than itself, presented no significant contradiction to him. Just as he could appreciate the transitions of the seasons, and the perpetual ambiguity in the flux of all things, so could he see that a human being is a "work in progress", and something alive, in more ways than one. His philosophy can only be understood when we realize that he is not attempting to set down "The Truth" once and for all; rather, he is content to record the truth of the moment, in full cognizance of the fact that the truth of the moment is no less fleeting than the moment itself. To miss this essential point of what we may be obliged to call his "doctrine", is really to miss the whole of his thought. For Nietzsche, what is good (or evil) is only good (or evil) in relation to a specific time and place, and what is good may quickly become what is evil, depending on the evolving (or, he might say, revolving) circumstances. In all things, great and small, we are advised to be flexible, ready to move, to fly, or change shape, at a moment's notice. To practice Christianity in the heyday of Christendom would be "too much of a good thing". Every virtue which we have adopted has turned sour in our guts and become a vice. -- strange as it sounds, the cure may very well be a contradictory vice. Even the most audacious arrogance may turn out to be a conservative and prudent curative to a situation which encourages conserted efforts to extinguish not merely the ego, but the individual as well. Even our best efforts to cope with the demands of life have left us sheltered, dependent, and cut-off from the rythms of life. The fulfillment of our highest goals has brought us nothing but torpor and bourgeois mediocrity. This is not an everlasting peace, but a crucifixion of what is best in us, by a forsaking God. Nietzsche wants fire, wants to create, to be burned alive, if necessary; he wants anything but that dull, uneventful sleep of the righteous. And he himself was no stranger to suffering; he knew the full price and proved himself willing to pay it:

"No devilish torture is lacking in this dreadful pandemonium of sickness: headaches, deafening, hammering headaches, which knock out the reeling Nietzsche for days and prostrate him on sofa and bed, stomach cramps with bloody vomiting, migraines, fevers, lack of apetite, weariness, hemoroids, constipation, chills, night sweat -- a gruesome circle. In addition, there are his 'three-quarters blind eyes,' which, at the least exertion, begin to swell and fill with tears and grant the intellectual worker only 'an hour and a haf a day'. But Nietzsche despises this hygiene of his body and works at his desk for ten hours, and for this excess his overheated brain takes revenge with raging headaches and a nervous overcharge; at night, when the body has long become weary, it does not permit itself to be turned off suddenly, but continues to burrow in visions and ideas until it is forcibly knocked out by opiates. But ever greater quantities are needed (in two months Nietzsche uses up fifty grams of chloral hydrate to purchase this handful of sleep); then the stomach refuses to pay so high a price and rebels. And now -- vicious circle -- spasmodic vomiting, new headaches which require new medicines, an inexorible, insatiable, passionate conflict of the infuriated organs, which throw the thorny ball of suffering to each other as in a mad game. Never a point of rest in this up and down, never an even stretch of contentment or a short month full of comfort and self-forgetfulness."

posted August 14, 2008 04:06 PM              

I always entertain great hopes.

I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.

A liberal is a man too broadminded to take his own side in a quarrel.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.

A civilized society is one which tolerates eccentricity to the point of doubtful sanity.

Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me.

A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.

And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.

By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.

The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.

Humor is the most engaging cowardice.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

Most of the change we think we see in life is due to truths being in and out of favor.

Nothing can make injustice just but mercy.

The jury consist of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawyer.

To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.

We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.

posted August 23, 2008 10:33 AM            

~ Patricia Berry