"But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? - the entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central catacomb; the self that took the veil and left the world - a coward perhaps, yet somehow beautiful, as it flits with its lantern restlessly up and down the dark corridors." ~Virginia Woolf
Showing posts with label Quote. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Quote. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Quote of the Day - Virginia Woolf
Friday, November 07, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Quote of the Day - Dog Economy
"My dog is worried about the economy because Alpo is up to 99 cents a can. That's almost $7.00 in dog money."
~ Joe Weinstein
Friday, October 03, 2008
Quote of the Day
"All we hear about is pain on Wall Street and Main Street. How about Sesame Street? People are living in trash cans there."
Monday, May 19, 2008
Quote of the Day - Late Night
"Well, as reported, some Democrats are quietly sending word to Hillary that it's over. And Hillary's people said it's not over until the fat lady sings. To which Bill said, 'There's a fat lady? Where?'" --Jay Leno
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Quote of the Day
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposing ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function. One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless yet be determined to make them otherwise.
-- F. Scott Fitzgerald
Monday, May 12, 2008
Quote of the Day - W.W.
This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body. . .
Walt Whitman
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