And when he surfaces to a cramped hand, a crick in the neck, the sunlight shifted across the floor, a sore blink, he knows that even to have written this little is an excess, it is an overflowing, an excretion. Too many words. There are just too many words. Nobody wants them; nobody needs them. And still they keep on, keep on, keep on coming. (Jo Baker, A Country Road, A Tree)
Fame is the responsibility, the perennial discipline, the concubine who solicits and imbibes, bit by bit, the love, the relations, the serenity, and the soul, leaving behind the subaqueous plaudits that pinch to the core. (Himmilicious, The Clicked Shutterbug.)
Faith is not knowledge of an object but communion with it (Nicolás Gómez Dávila)
Human rights is a universal standard. It is a component of every religion and every civilization. (Shirin Ebadi)
I’ve considered having my nose fixed. But I didn’t trust anyone enough. If I could do it myself with a mirror. (Barbra Streisand)
‘Tis not enough to help the feeble up but to support him after (William Shakespeare)
The best education consists in immunizing people against systematic attempts at education. (Paul Karl Feyerabend)
I am not sure I can.””Become sure,” said the cat, his eyes flashing green in the firelight. “Once you leap on a boar’s back, you can’t sheath your claws (Erin Bow, Plain Kate)
I know a lot of people think I’m dumb. Well, at least I ain’t no educated fool (Leon Spinks)
Poetry is a mug’s game (T. S. Eliot)