This weeks featured best quotations:
One of the advantages of being
disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.
A. A. Milne Quote on Discovery
Days of absence, sad and
dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, Days of absence, I am weary; She I
love is far away.
William Shakespeare Quote on
Absence
How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the
fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old
December's bareness everywhere! William
Shakespeare Quote on Absence
I dote on his very absence.
William Shakespeare Quote on
Absence
Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.
William Shakespeare Quote on
Achievement
To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.
William Shakespeare Quote on
Achievement
Action is eloquence.
William Shakespeare Quote on
Action
Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the
action to the word, the word to the action.
William Shakespeare Quote on
Action
Suit the action to the world, the world to the action, with this special
observance, that you overstep not the modesty of nature.
William Shakespeare Quote on
Action
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty,
in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel,
in apprehension how like a god -- the beauty of the world, the paragon of
animals!
William Shakespeare Quote on
Action
Our doubts are traitors, and
make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.
Shakespeare
When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors William Shakespeare
Quote on Action
As in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the
stage, are idly bent on him that enters next.
William Shakespeare Quote on
Actors and acting
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
William Shakespeare Quote on
Advice
Too bad all the people who
know how to run this country are busy running taxicabs or cutting hair.
George Burns
Whenever you find you are on the side of the majority, it is time to pause
and reflect.
Mark Twain
Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in love.
Albert Einstein
Imagination is more important
than knowledge.
Albert Einstein
The secret of life is honesty
and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made.
Groucho Marx
There is only one success: to be able to spend your life in your own way,
and not to give others absurd maddening claims upon it.
Christopher Darlington Morley
Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. Second marriage is
the triumph of hope over experience.
Samuel Johnson
To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one
suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to
suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is
to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one
must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope
you're getting this down.
Woody Allen
Live as if you were to die
tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.
M.K. Gandhi
Wise men talk because they
have something to say; fools, because they have to say something.
Plato
The soul is born old but grows
young. That is the comedy of life. And the body is born young and grows old.
That is life's tragedy.
Oscar Wilde Quote on Age
Young men want to be faithful, and are not; old men want to be faithless,
and cannot.
Oscar Wilde Quote on Age
Men become old, but they never become good
Oscar Wilde Quote on Ageing
Ambition is the last refuge of failure.
Oscar Wilde Quote on Ambition
America is the only country that went from barbarism to decadence without
civilization in between.
Oscar Wilde Quote on
America and Americans
In America, the young are always ready to give to those older than
themselves the full benefit of their inexperience
Oscar Wilde Quote on America
and Americans
When good Americans die they go to Paris.
Oscar Wilde Quote on America
and Americans
Nothing produces such an effect as a good platitude
Oscar Wilde Quote on Apologies
It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances
Oscar Wilde Quote on
Appearance
This weeks featured best poems:
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
There was a young lad from
Dundee by Stuart Macfarlane
There was a young lad from
Dundee
Who ate his mother for tea
His dad said 'You're bad'
This makes me so sad
There was more than enough to
feed three.
If by Rudyard Kipling
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Tae an American Tourist by Stuart McLean (From No' Rabbie Burns)
O, ye came across frae Texas,
Tae the land where yer faither wis born,
O, there wis an awfy lot tae see,
And ye only had one morn’.
At 6 o’clock ye did Edinbro,
Saw the castle from afar,
By 7 o’clock ye wis at Lock Ness,
Tae catch Nessie in a jar.
From eight till nine ye did Bern Nevis,
Though ye didnae climb sae high,
And twenty minutes later ye were,
Whizzin’ all around Sky.
Quickly you passed through Dondee,
Pearth, Hawich and Arderseer,
Which left ye just ten minutes,
Tae buy yer souvenir.
O, haste ye back tae Bonnie Scotland,
Please come back again,
O, haste ye back tae Bonnie Scotland,
And haste ye away again.
You’re welcome, Willie Stewart by Robert Burns
Chorus.—You’re welcome, Willie Stewart,
You’re welcome, Willie Stewart,
There’s ne’er a flower that blooms in May,
That’s half sae welcome’s thou art!
COME, bumpers high, express your joy,
The bowl we maun renew it,
The tappet hen, gae bring her ben,
To welcome Willie Stewart,
You’re welcome, Willie Stewart, &c.
May foes be strang, and friends be slack
Ilk action, may he rue it,
May woman on him turn her back
That wrangs thee, Willie Stewart,
You’re welcome, Willie Stewart, &c.
The Darkling Thrush by
Thomas Hardy
I leant upon a coppice gate,
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled vine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
The land's sharp features seemed to me
The Century's corpse outleant,
Its crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind its death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervorless as I.
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead,
In a full-throated evensong
Of joy illimited.
An ancient thrush, frail, gaunt and small,
With blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew,
And I was unaware.
I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Sympathy by Emily Bronte
There should be no despair for you
While nightly stars are burning,
While evening pours its silent dew
And sunshine gilds the morning.
There should be no despair - though tears
May flow down like a river:
Are not the best beloved of years
Around your heart forever?
They weep - you weep - it must be so;
Winds sigh as you are sighing,
And Winter sheds his grief in snow
Where Autumn's leaves are lying:
Yet these revive, and from their fate
Your fate cannot be parted,
Then journey on, if not elate,
Still, never broken-hearted!
One Flesh by Elizabeth Jennings
Lying apart now, each in a separate bed,
He with a book, keeping the light on late,
She like a girl dreaming of childhood,
All men elsewhere - it is as if they wait
Some new event: the book he holds unread,
Her eyes fixed on the shadows overhead.
Tossed up like flotsam from a former passion,
How cool they lie. They hardly ever touch,
Or if they do, it is like a confession
Of having little feeling - or too much.
Chastity faces them, a destination
For which their whole lives were a preparation.
Strangely apart, yet strangely close together,
Silence between them like a thread to hold
And not wind in. And time itself's a feather
Touching them gently. Do they know they're old,
These two who are my father and my mother
Whose fire from which I came, has now grown cold?
His Garden by Edward Lear
And this is certain; if so be
You could just now my garden see,
The aspic of my flowers so bright
Would make you shudder with delight.
And if you vos to see my rozziz
As is a boon to all men's nozziz,--
You'd fall upon your back and scream--
'O Lawk! O criky! it's a dream!'
A Red, Red Rose by Robert
Burns
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.
Macbeth by William
Shakespeare
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28
Bilbo's Last Song (At the Grey Havens) by J. R. R. Tolkien
Day is ended, dim my eyes,
But journey long before me lies.
Farewell, friends! I hear the call.
The ship's beside the stony wall.
Foam is white and waves are grey;
beyond the sunset leads my way.
Foam is salt, the wind is free;
I hear the rising of the sea.
Farewell, friends! The sails are set,
the wind is east, the moorings fret.
Shadows long before me lie,
beneath the ever-bending sky,
but islands lie behind the Sun
that i shall raise ere all is done;
lands there are to west of West,
where night is quiet and sleep is rest.
Guided by the Lonely Star,
beyond the utmost harbour-bar,
I'll find the heavens fair and free,
and beaches of the Starlit Sea.
Ship my ship! I seek the West,
and fields and mountains ever blest.
Farewell to Middle-earth at last.
I see the star above my mast!
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