Famous Quotes Ipsum

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. tolerating blind obedience in the name of patriotism or religion ultimately takes our lives. saturday found him for the first time strolling alone through zurich, breathing in the heady smell of his freedom. new adventures hid around each corner. the future was again a secret. if the person you're talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. it may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear. when i get a little money, i buy books; and, if any is left, i buy food and clothes. i could lay here and read all night. i am not able to fall asleep without reading. you have that time when your brain has nothing constructive to do so it rambles. i fool my brain out of that by making it read until it shuts off. i just think it's best to do something right up until you fall asleep. all good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath. if the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another. wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been. i must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul. besides, i didn't have anything to fear anymore. maybe all post-suicidals feel that way. it's really great - it gives you a real sense of, not bravery exactly, and not recklessness, quite, but something in between the two. if i'd survived my own best attempts at dying, it probably just wasn't in the cards for me to perish young. let children walk with nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life. even for me life had its gleams of sunshine. finish each day and be done with it. you have done what you could. some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. fame lost its appeal for me when i went into a public restroom and an autograph seeker handed me a pen and paper under the stall door. i am young. i am younger each year at the first snow. when i see it, suddenly, in the air, all little and white and moving; then i am in love again and very young and i believe everything. christ is in the manger and santa in heaven. walter turned on the radio: electric violins wailing, twisted romance, the four-square beat of heart break. trite suffering, but suffering nonetheless. the entertainment business. what voyeurs we all have become. every man's memory is his private literature. nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it. 'the horror of that moment,' the king went on,' i shall never, never forget!'<p>.

The individual is born of nature, but the artist is born of that individual, yearning to transcend the merely "natural" and to make complete that which, existentially, is forever incomplete, unrealized. artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness. the stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is. i would rather fix something more important than my hair. security is mostly a superstition. it does not exist in nature...life is either a daring adventure or nothing. saturday found him for the first time strolling alone through zurich, breathing in the heady smell of his freedom. new adventures hid around each corner. the future was again a secret. writers tend to devour people, themselves included. the moment of change is the only poem. all good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath. when power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. when power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. when power corrupts, poetry cleanses, for art establishes the basic human truths which must serve as the touchstone of our judgement. your daughter has a quick and witty tongue. in our struggle for freedom, truth is the only weapon we possess. you must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. if a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as michelangelo painted, or beethoven composed music, or shakespeare composed poetry. he should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, 'here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well. wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been. do the thing you fear, and the death of fear is certain. prayer is not an old woman's idle amusement. properly understood and applied, it is the most potent instrument of action. it is not upon you alone the dark patches fall. the realization that he was utterly powerless was like the blow of a sledgehammer, yet it was curiously as well. no one was forcing him into a decision. enough! or too much. it's really a wonder that i haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. yet i keep them, because in spite of everything i still believe that people are really good at heart. i simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. the only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond them into the impossible the whole business is built on ego, vanity, self-satisfaction, and it's total crap to pretend it's not. i don't think there is anything good about fame. 'tables in restaurants.' people say that but, then again, why don't you just call the day before? or go eat somewhere else? you teach what you have to learn. it is not necessary to have achieved perfection to speak of perfection. it is not necessary to have achieved mastery to speak of mastery. it is not necessary to have achieved the highest level of evolution to speak of the highest level of evolution. seek only to be genuine. strive to be sincere. the universe is made of stories, not atoms. if we build a society based on honoring the earth, we build a society which is sustainable, and has the capacity to support all life forms. is not life a hundred times too short for us to bore ourselves?.

I think night-time is dark so you can imagine with less distraction. a warm smile is the universal language of kindness. a new position of responsibility will usually show a man to be a far stronger creature than was supposed. there are two ways to live your life, one is as though nothing is a miracle. the other is as though everything is a miracle..