Sweet is the scene where genial friendship plays the pleasing game of interchanging praise.
Archive for January, 2010
I don’t want to achieve immortality through my work; I want to achieve immortality through not dying.
In the life of a man, his time is but a moment…his sense, a dim rushlight. All that is body is as coursing waters…all that is of the soul, as dreams, and vapors.
When I study philosophical works I feel I am swallowing something which I don’t have in my mouth.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. Courtesy Angst of Norway.
I have always been offended by the song that says, ‘Everything is beautiful in its own way.’ If everything is beautiful, then the word ‘beautiful’ has no meaning. If everything were purple, there would be no word ‘purple’ in the language because it would not distinguish one thing from another.