Friday, June 12, 2015

Thoughts for a Friday afternoon.

The memory of most men is an abandoned cemetery where lie, unsung and unhonored, the dead whom they have ceased to cherish.  ~ Marguerite Yourcenar.

No one has ever become poor by giving.   ~Anne Frank

I never saw an ugly thing in my life; for let the form of an object be what it may, — light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful.  ~Jon Constable

The ideal scientist thinks like a poet and only later works like a bookkeeper. ~ E.O. Wilson.

While language is forming, writers are applauded for extending its limits; when established for restricting themselves to them.  ~Isaac Disraeli.

If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is on fire, then you've got a problem. Everything else is an inconvenience.  Life is inconvenient. Life is lumpy. A lump in the oatmeal, a lump in the throat, and a lump in the breast are not in the same kind of lump. One needs to learn the difference.  ~Robert Fulghum

The business of the poet and the novelist is to show the sorriness underlying the grandest things and the grandeur of the sorriest things. ~Thomas Hardy

In words are seen the state of mind and character and disposition of the speaker. ~Plutarch

How simple life becomes when things like mirrors are forgotten. ~ Daphne du Maurier

Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence. ~Hal Borland.

For those of us who write, the last sentiment is particularly on point.

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