In words of Shakespeare

A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act II, Sc. I
I'll put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes.

Antony and Cleopatra, Act II, Sc. II
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety.

As You Like It, Act I, Sc. II
The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show.

As You Like It, Act V, Sc. I
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.

Hamlet, Act IV, Sc. V
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Hamlet, Act IV, Sc. V
You must wear your rue with a difference.
There 's a daisy; I would give you some violets, but they withered.

Julius Caesar, Act IV, Sc. III
The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
And nature must obey necessity.

King Henry IV. Part I, Act II, Sc. III
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.

King Henry IV. Part II, Act I, Sc. II
Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.

King John, Act III, Sc. IV
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

You who never arrived in my arms - Rilke

You who never arrived in my arms,
Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you.
I have given up trying to recognize
you in the surging wave of the next moment.
All the immense images in me -- the far-off, deeply-felt
landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and
unsuspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods--
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house-- , and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,--
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and,
startled, gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows? Perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening...

Story - Stephen Dunn

A woman's taking her late-afternoon walk
on Chestnut where no sidewalk exists
and houses with gravel driveways
sit back among the pines. Only the house
with the vicious dog is close to the road.
An electric fence keeps him in check.
When she comes to that house, the woman
always crosses to the other side.
I'm the woman's husband. It's a problem
loving your protagonist too much.
Soon the dog is going to break through
that fence, teeth bared, and go for my wife.
She will be helpless. I'm out of town,
helpless too. Here comes the dog.
What kind of dog? A mad dog, a dog
like one of those teenagers who just loses it
on the playground, kills a teacher.
Something's going to happen that can't happen
in a good story: out of nowhere a car
comes and kills the dog. The dog flies
in the air, lands in a patch of delphiniums.
My wife is crying now. The woman who hit
the dog has gotten out of her car. She holds
both hands to her face. The woman who owns
the dog has run out of her house. Three women
crying in the street, each for different reasons.
All of this is so unlikely; it's as if
I've found myself in a country of pure fact,
miles from truth's more demanding realm.
When I listened to my wife's story on the phone
I knew I'd take it from her, tell it
every which way until it had an order
and a deceptive period at the end. That's what
I always do in the face of helplessness,
make some arrangements if I can.
Praise the odd, serendipitous world.
Nothing I'd be inclined to think of
would have stopped that dog.
Only the facts saved her.

Love Calls Us To The Things Of This World - Richard Wilbur

The eyes open to a cry of pulleys,
And spirited from sleep, the astounded
soul
Hangs for a moment bodiless and
simple
As false dawn.
Outside the open window
The morning air is all awash with
angels.

Some are in bed-sheets, some are
in blouses,
Some are in smocks: but truly there
they are.
Now they are rising together in calm
swells
Of halcyon feeling, filling whatever they
wear
With the deep joy of their impersonal
breathing;

Now they are flying in place,
conveying
The terrible speed of their
omnipresence, moving
And staying like white water; and now
of a sudden
They swoon down in so rapt a quiet
That nobody seems to be there.
The soul shrinks

From all that it is about to remember,
From the punctual rape of every
blessed day,
And cries,
"Oh, let there be nothing on
earth but laundry,
Nothing but rosy hands in the rising
steam
And clear dances done in the sight of
heaven."

Yet, as the sun acknowledges
With a warm look the world's hunks
and colors,
The soul descends once more in bitter
love
To accept the waking body, saying now
In a changed voice as the man yawns
and rises,

"Bring them down from their ruddy
gallows;
Let there be clean linen for the backs
of thieves;
Let lovers go fresh and sweet to be
undone,
And the heaviest nuns walk in a pure
floating
Of dark habits,
keeping their difficult
balance."

Different Hours -Stephen Dunn

And now, next day, I wake before
the sound of traffic, amazed
that the paper has been delivered,
that the world is up and working.
A dazed rabbit sits in the dewy grass.
The clematis has no aspirations
as it climbs its trestle. . . .

And somewhere a philosopher is erasing
"time's empty passing" because he's seen
a woman in a ravishing dress.
In a different hour he'll put it back.

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Words of interest:

Clematis - Any of various ornamental climbing plants of the genus Clematis usually having showy flowers .

Trestle - A horizontal beam or bar held up by two pairs of divergent legs and used as a support.

Like Most Revelations by Richard Howard

It is the movement that incites the form,
discovered as a downward rapture--yes,
it is the movement that delights the form,
sustained by its own velocity. And yet

it is the movement that delays the form
while darkness slows and encumbers; in fact
it is the movement that betrays the form,
baffled in such toils of ease, until

it is the movement that deceives the form,
beguiling our attention--we supposed
it is the movement that achieves the form.
Were we mistaken? What does it matter if

it is the movement that negates the form?
Even though we give (give up) ourselves
to this mortal process of continuing,
it is the movement that creates the form.

Ode To the Smell of Wood - by Pablo Neruda

Late, with the stars
open in the cold
I open the door.
The sea galloped
in the night.
Like a hand from the dark house
came the intense aroma of firewood in the pile.
The aroma was visible as if the tree were alive.
As if it still breathed.
Visible like a garment.
Visible like a broken branch.
I walked into the house surrounded
by that balsam-flavored darkness.
Outside the points in the sky sparkled
like magnetic stone
sand the smell of the wood
touched my heart like some fingers,
like jasmine,
like certain memories.
It wasn't the sharp smell
of the pines,no,it wasn't
the break in the skin
of the eucalyptus,neither was it
the green perfumes
of the grapevine stalk,but
something more secret,because that fragrance
only one
only one
time existed,
and there, of all I have seen in the world
in my own house at night, next to the winter sea,
was waiting for methe smell
of the deepest rose,
the heart cut from the earth,
something that invaded me like a wave
breaking loose
from timeand it lost itself in me
when I opened the door
of the night.

No Platonic Love - by William Cartwright

Tell me no more of minds embracing minds,
And hearts exchang'd for hearts;
That spirits spirits meet, as winds do winds,
And mix their subt'lest parts;
That two unbodied essences may kiss,
And then like angels, twist and feel one Bliss.
I was that silly thing that once was wrought
To practise this thin love;
I climb'd from sex to soul, from soul to thought;
But thinking there to move,
Headlong I rolled from thought to soul, and then
From soul I lighted at the sex again.

As some strict down-looked men pretend to fast,
Who yet in closets eat;
So lovers who profess they spririts taste,
Feed yet on grosser meat;
I know they boast they souls to souls convey,
Howe'r they meet, the body is the way.

Come, I will undeceive thee, they that tread
Those vain aerial ways
Are like young heirs and alchemists misled
To waste their wealth and days,
For searching thus to be for ever rich,
They only find a med'cine for the itch.

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Words To Note:

Alchemy: Any magical power or process of transmuting a common substance, usually of little value, into a substance of great value.

Ode to the Book -Pablo Neruda

When I close a book
I open life.
I hear
faltering cries
among harbours.
Copper ingots
slide down sand-pits
to Tocopilla.
Night time.
Among the islands
our ocean
throbs with fish,
touches the feet, the thighs,
the chalk ribs
of my country.
The whole of night
clings to its shores, by dawn
it wakes up singing
as if it had excited a guitar.

The ocean's surge is calling.
The wind
calls me
and Rodriguez calls,
and Jose Antonio--
I got a telegram
from the "Mine" Union
and the one I love
(whose name I won't let out)
expects me in Bucalemu.

No book has been able
to wrap me in paper,
to fill me up
with typography,
with heavenly imprints
or was ever able
to bind my eyes,
I come out of books to people orchards
with the hoarse family of my song,
to work the burning metals
or to eat smoked beef
by mountain firesides.
I love adventurous
books,
books of forest or snow,
depth or sky
but hate
the spider book
in which thought
has laid poisonous wires
to trap the juvenile
and circling fly.
Book, let me go.
I won't go clothed
in volumes,
I don't come out
of collected works,
my poems
have not eaten poems--
they devour
exciting happenings,
feed on rough weather,
and dig their food
out of earth and men.
I'm on my way
with dust in my shoes
free of mythology:
send books back to their shelves,
I'm going down into the streets.
I learned about life
from life itself,
love I learned in a single kiss
and could teach no one anything
except that I have lived
with something in common among men,
when fighting with them,
when saying all their say in my song.
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translated by Nathaniel Tarn
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New Words:
Ingots-An ingot is a material, usually metal, that is cast into a shape suitable for further processing.

Walt Disney and Mickey- A Love Story that changed the world

I love Mickey Mouse more than any woman I have ever known. -Walt Disney
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He needs no introduction. Walt Disney is undoubtedly one of the makers of 20th century. It's a shame that we didn't include his famous quips in 'Quotes I Love' earlier. Better late than never, as it says, here they go ...some brilliant quotable quotes from the Master's mouth.

Read, oh you … Curious Mind!

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"He popped out of my mind onto a drawing pad 20 years ago on a train ride from Manhattan to Hollywood at a time when business fortunes of my brother Roy and myself were at lowest ebb and disaster seemed right around the corner."

"Born of necessity, the little fellow literally freed us of immediate worry. He provided the means for expanding our organization to its present dimensions and for extending the medium cartoon animation towards new entertainment levels. He spelled production liberation for us."

"We felt that the public, and especially the children, like animals that are cute and little. I think we are rather indebted to Charlie Chaplin for the idea. We wanted something appealing, and we thought of a tiny bit of a mouse that would have something of the wistfulness of Chaplin- a little fellow trying to do the best he could."

"In learning the art of storytelling by animation, I have discovered that language has an anatomy. Every spoken word, whether uttered by a living person or by a cartoon character, has its facial grimace, emphasizing the meaning."

Mickey Mouse is, to me, a symbol of independence. He was a means to an end.

"We are not trying to entertain the critics. I'll take my chances with the public." When you're curious, you find lots of interesting things to do.

You may not realize it when it happens, but a kick in the teeth may be the best thing in the world for you.

You reach a point where you don't work for money.

Laughter is America's most important export.

The more you like yourself, the less you are like anyone else, which makes you unique.

I would rather entertain and hope that people learned something than educate people and hope they were entertained.

I don't like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It's just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.

More from Neruda

Sonnet XLIV

You must know that I do not love and that I love you,
because everything alive has its two sides;
a word is one wing of silence,
fire has its cold half.

I love you in order to begin to love you,
to start infinity again
and never to stop loving you:
that's why I do not love you yet.

I love you, and I do not love you, as if I held
keys in my hand: to a future of joy
-a wretched, muddled fate-

My love has two lives, in order to love you:
that's why I love you when I do not love you,
and also why I love you when I do.


Sonnet LXXXIII

It's good to feel you close in the night, Love,
invisible in your sleep, earnestly nocturnal,
while I untangle my confusions
like bewildered nets.

Absent, your heart sails through dreams,
but your body breathes, abandoned like this,
searching for me without seeing me, completing my sleep,
like a plant that propagates in the dark.

When you arise, alive, tomorrow, you'll be someone else:
but something is left from the lost frontiers of the night,
from that being and nothing where we find ourselves,
something that brings us close in the light of life,
as if the seal of the darkness branded its secret creatures with a fire.

Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

"The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul."

"Saying what we think gives us a wider conversational range than saying what we know."

"For man there are only three important events: birth, life and death; but he is unaware of being born, he suffers when he dies, and he forgets to live." - Jean de la Bruyere

"Life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles and kindnesses, and small obligations, given habitually, are what win and preserve the heart and secure comfort. "- Sir Humphry Davy

"How small a portion of our life it is that we really enjoy! In youth we are looking forward to things that are to come; in old age we are looking backward to things that are gone past; in manhood, although we appear indeed to be more occupied in things that are present, yet even that is too often absorbed in vague determinations to be vastly happy on some future day when we have time." -Colton

"If you cannot do great things, do small things in a great way." -Napoleon Hill

"Most great people have attained their greatest success just one step beyond their greatest failure. "-Napoleon Hill

"The only good luck many great men ever had was being born with the ability and determination to overcome bad luck." - Channing Pollock

"The World is what we think it is. If we can change our thoughts, we can change the world."- H.M. Tomlinson

"We do not see things they are. We see them as we are."- Talmud

"You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life." - Albert Camus

"Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first." - Mark Twain

"Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes." - Carl Jung

"With stars in my eyes and hope in my heartI spent my childhood/With full belief in destiny and myself /And now I realise I was a fool."

"If I accept you as you are, I will make you worse. However, if I treat you as though you are what you are capable of becoming, I help you become that."- Goethe

"Wise men don't need to prove their point.. men who need to prove their point aren't wise." - Lao Tzu.

"A man's character may be learned from the adjectives which he habitually uses in conversation." - Mark Twain

"All generalizations are false, including this one."- Mark Twain

"Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured." - Mark Twain

"Apparently there is nothing that cannot happen today." - Mark Twain

"Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint." - Mark Twain

"Civilization is the limitless multiplication of unnecessary necessities." - Mark Twain

"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you may still exist, but you have ceased to live."- Mark Twain

"Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities. Truth isn't." - Mark Twain

"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it." - Mark Twain

"Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company." - Mark Twain

"Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed." -Emily Dickinson

"A pair of powerful spectacles has sometimes sufficed to cure a person in love." - Friedrich Neitzsche

Wish you all a Very Happy New Year!

More of Calvin Philosophy

Nothing helps a bad mood like spreading it around.
(Answer on a test paper) "I am not currently able to divulge this information, as it may compromise our agents in the field."
It's my dessert that's gross! Look, a thermos full of phlegm!
My favorite ritual is eating three bowls of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs and watching TV cartoons all Saturday morning.
A good compromise leaves everybody mad.
I hate being good (or trying to fake it).
But I like my idea better.
You know what we need, Hobbes? We need an attitude.
Idiocy is the essence of the male mind.
I thought my life would seem more interesting with a musical score and a laugh track.
You know you'll hate something when they won't tell you what it is.
Existence is not only temporary, it's pointless!
Well, it puts a bad day in perspective.
I flunked a test today, but I don't mind.
It's not denial. I'm just selective about the reality I accept.
'The world isn't fair, Calvin.' 'I know, but why isn't it ever unfair in my favor?'
I can always get by on my good looks and charm!
Divine retribution, that's what!
Homework, I command thee, BE DONE!
My dreams are getting way too literal.
Mothers are the necessity of invention.
I've been good all day so far.
Childhood is short and maturity is forever.
Things are never quite as scary when you've got a best friend.
There's no head rest on this chair! I should sue for whiplash!
I asked Mom if I was a gifted child...she said they certainly wouldn't have paid for me.
I've got to start listening to those quiet, nagging doubts.
Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you're just a reflection of him?
Ever notice how tense grownups get when they're recreating?
From now on, I'll connect the dots my own way.
I love the culture of victimhood.
Nothing I do is my fault.
I like to verb words.
I liked things better when I didn't understand them.
Is it a right to remain ignorant?
Quit resisting, you!
I realized that the purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas.
Obscure poor reasoning, and inhibit clarity.
It is man's indomitable nature to scare himself silly for no good reason!

Calvin and Hobbes

Reality continues to ruin my life.

“I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can be together all the time.”

"People think it must be fun to be a super genius, but they don't realize how hard it is to put up with all the idiots in the world."

"Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us."

I wonder if I can grow fangs when my baby teeth fall out."

"Life is like topography, Hobbes. There are summits of happiness and success, flat stretches of boring routine, and valleys of frustration and failure."

Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.

A little rudeness and disrespect can elevate a meaningless interaction to a battle of wills and add drama to an otherwise dull day.

That's the difference between me and the rest of the world! Happiness isn't good enough for me! I demand euphoria!

Its no use! Everybody gets good enemies except me.

I have a hammer! I can put things together! I can knock things apart! I can alter my environment at will and make an incredible din all the while! Ah, it's great to be male!

I'm not dumb. I just have a command of thoroughly useless information

"Do you believe in the devil? You know, a supreme evil being dedicated to the temptation, corruption, and destruction of man?" "I'm not sure that man needs the help."

Calvin: I'm a genius, but I'm a misunderstood genius.

Hobbes: What's misunderstood about you?
Calvin: Nobody thinks I'm a genius.

"Why isn't my life like a situation comedy? Why don't I have a bunch of friends with nothing better to do but drop by and instigate wacky adventures? Why aren't my conversations peppered with spontaneous witticisms? Why don't my friends demonstrate heartfelt concern for my well being when I have problems? ...I gotta get my life some writers."

"I'm a simple man, Hobbes." "You?? Yesterday you wanted a nuclear powered car that could turn into a jet with laser-guided heat-seeking missiles!" "I'm a simple man with complex tastes."
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"See Any UFOs?" "Not yet." "Well, keep your eyes open, they're bound to land here sometime." "What will we do when they come?" "See if we can sell mom and dad into slavery for a star cruiser"

"I'm not going to so my maths homework. Look at these unsolved problems. Here's a number in mortal combat with another. One of them is going to get subtracted. But why? What will be left of him? If I answered these, it would kill the suspense. It would resolve the conflict and turn intriguing possibilities into boring old facts." "I never really thought about the literary possibilities of maths." "I prefer to savour the mystery."

"Mom's not feeling well. So I'm making her a get well card." "That's thoughtful of you." "See, on the front it says, 'Get Well Soon' ... and on the inside it says,'Because me bed isn't made, my clothes need to be put away and I'm hungry. Love Calvin.' Want to sign it?" "Sure, I'm hungry too"

"Any monsters under my bed tonight?"
"Nope." "No." "Uh-Uh."
"Well there *better* not be, I'd hate to have to torch one with my flamethrower!"
"You have a flamethrower?"
"They lie. I lie."
- Calvin, The Monsters Under His Bed & Hobbes


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SOCIETY
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I think life should be more like tv. I think all of life's problems ought to be solved in 30 minutes with simple homilies, don't you? I think weight and oral hygiene ought to be our biggest concerns. I think we should all have powerful, high-paying jobs, and everyone should drive fancy sports cars. All our desires should be instantly gratified. Women should always wear tight clothes, and men should carry powerful handguns. Life overall should be more glamorous, thrill-packed, and filled with applause, don't you think?
So basically, this maverick is urging everyone to express his individuality through conformity in brand-name selection.

In my opinion, television validates existence.

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H : "What are you doing?"
C : "Being cool."
H : "You look more like you're bored."
C : "The world bores you when you're cool."
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To make a bad day worse, spend it wishing for the impossible.



So the secret to good self-esteem is to lower your expectations to the point where they're already met?



It's only work if somebody makes you do it

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LOVE STORY
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"There's a new girl in our class." "Well, whats her name?" "WHO KNOWS?" "Is she nice?" "WHO CARES? Not me!" "Do you LIKE her?" "NO!"
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"Here comes that new girl. HEY SUSIE DERKINS, IS THAT YOUR FACE OR IS A POSSUM STUCK IN YOUR COLLAR? I HOPE YOU SUFFER A DEBILITATING BRAIN ANEURISM, YOU FREAK!" "She *cute*, isnt she?" "GO AWAY!"

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"Hello Susie, this is Calvin. I lost our homework assignment. Can you tell me what we were supposed to read for tomorrow?" "Are you sure you're not calling for some other reason?" "Why else would I call you?" "Maybe you missed the melodious sound of my voice?" "WHAT? Are you crazy? All I want is the STUPID assignment!" "First say you missed the melodious sound of my voice." "THIS IS BLACKMAIL!"


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"This meeting of the Get Rid Of Slimy Girls club will now come to order. First Tiger Hobbes will read the minutes of our last meeting."
"Thank you. (9:30) Meeting called to order. Dictator For Life Calvin proposed resoultion condemning the existence of girls. (9:35) First Tiger Hobbes abstains from vote. Motion fails. (9:36) Patriotism of First Tiger called into question. (9:37) Philosophical discussion. (10:15) Bandages administered. Dictator For Life rebuked for biting."
"Is this a great club or what?"
"(10:16) Forgot what debate was about. Medals of bravery awarded to all parties."
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"I'm never gonna get married. Are you?" "Hmm...I suppose if the right person came along, I might. Someone with green eyes and a nice laugh, who I could call 'Pooty Pie'." "POOTY PIE?" "Or bitsy pookums." "I think that would affect my stomach a lot more than my heart." "Bitsy pookums I'd say. Yes snoogy woogy, she'd reply..."

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"Do you like being a girl?" "Its gotta be better than the alternative." "Whats it like? Is it like being a bug?" "Like a WHAT?" "I imagine bugs and girls have a dim perception that nature played a crual trick on them, but they lack the intelligence to really comprehend the magnitude of it."

Go Nuts...

Growing old is mandatory, but growing up is optional.

Save time... see it my way.

I feel like I'm diagonally parked in a parallel universe.

You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be misquoted, then used against you.

We may be alone. We may not be alone. Either way, the thought is staggering.

I never think of the future. It comes soon enough." --Albert Einstein

Chocolate. Coffee. Men.Some things are just better rich.

I like pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.--Sir Winston Churchill

Strangers are just friends waiting to happen.

I don’t suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it.

If ignorance is bliss, you must be orgasmic.

Born free… taxed to death.

The more you complain, the longer God lets you live.

Always forgive your enemies - Nothing annoys them so much.

Death is hereditary.

Cheer up, the worst is yet to come.

Garfield - the Infamous cartoon cat, created by Jim Davis

A little ego goes nowhere.

All I do is eat and sleep. Eat and sleep. Eat and sleep. There must be more to a cat's life than that. But I hope not.

Anybody can exercise... But this kind of lethargy takes real discipline.

Avoid fruits and nuts: after all, you are what you eat.

Eat every meal as though it were your last.

Good times are ahead ! Or behind. Because they sure aren't here.

His I.Q. is so low you can't test it. You have to dig for it.

I am hungry. Therefore I am.

I'm not messy. I'm organizationally challenged !


If you are patient...and wait long enough...Nothing will happen !


Bring me an order of everything, with a side order of everything else.


If you want to appear smarter, hang around someone stupider.

Never leave your food dish under a bird cage.



Oh no! I overslept ! I'm late ! For my nap.


I eat too much because I'm depressed, and I'm depressed because I eat too much. It's a vicious circle... that took years to perfect!


I shall now attempt to eat a diet lunch consisting of one leaf of lettuce lightly seasoned with ... one quart of Mayonnaise !

Musing lonely

“Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.”

“I am afraid to show you who I really am, because if I show you who I really am, you might not like it--and that's all I got.” - Sabrina Ward Harrison

“Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.” - Mother Teresa of Calcutta

“I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something that I can do.” - Helen Keller

“In solitude, where we are least alone.” - Lord Byron

“I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other” - Rainer Maria Rilke

“Solitude is often the best society”

“Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your own presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement.” - Alice Koller

“One can acquire everything in solitude - except character.” - Stendhal

Life is like that!

“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.” - Oscar Wilde

“What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneliness, and say, 'This life which you live must be lived by you once again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned and you with it, dust of the dust!' Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse that demon? Or would you answer, 'Never have I heard anything more divine'?” - Friedrich Nietzsche

“Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow.” Mary Anne Radmacher

“Courage is the art of being the only one who knows you're scared to death.” - Earl Wilson

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” - Anais Nin

“I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.” - Anais Nin

“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.” - Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

“I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.” - Robert McCloskey

Perhaps imagination is only intelligence having fun

I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free. ~Michelangelo

It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards. ~Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

When I have a terrible need of - shall I say the word - religion. Then I go out and paint the stars. ~Vincent Van Gogh

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact. ~William Shakespeare, Mid-Summer Night's Dream, 1595

They are ill discoverers that think there is no land, when they can see nothing but sea. ~Francis Bacon

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,One clover, and a bee,And revery.The revery alone will do,If bees are few.~Emily Dickinson, Poems

Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try! ~Ted Geisel, a.k.a. Dr. Seuss, Oh, the Thinks You Can Think!

You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus. ~Mark Twain

Perhaps imagination is only intelligence having fun. ~George ScialabbaHarvard magazine

Sometimes imagination pounces; mostly it sleeps soundly in the corner, purring. ~Leslie Grimutter

Creativity represents a miraculous coming together of the uninhibited energy of the child with its apparent opposite and enemy, the sense of order imposed on the disciplined adult intelligence. ~Norman Podhoretz