• G K Chesterton

    Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience, if only one had a coloured pen long enough to reach the ceiling.

  • Mark Twain

    Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

  • James Facos

    Electricity

    Franklin sailed a key-hung kite
    and watched the storm-stung flight of it.
    Everyone was much impressed
    but Edison made light of it.

  • Henry David Thoreau

    I am a Parcel of Vain Strivings Tied

    I am a parcel of vain strivings tied
    By a chance bond together,
    Dangling this way and that, their links
    Were made so loose and wide,
    Methinks,
    For milder weather.

    A bunch of violets without their roots,
    And sorrel intermixed,
    Encircled by a wisp of straw
    Once coiled about their shoots,
    The law
    By which I’m fixed.

    A nosegay which Time clutched from out
    Those fair Elysian fields,
    With weeds and broken stems, in haste,
    Doth make the rabble rout
    That waste
    The day he yields.

    And here I bloom for a short hour unseen,
    Drinking my juices up,
    With no root in the land
    To keep my branches green,
    But stand
    In a bare cup.

    Some tender buds were left upon my stem
    In mimicry of life,
    But ah! the children will not know,
    Till time has withered them,
    The woe
    With which they’re rife.

    But now I see I was not plucked for naught,
    And after in life’s vase
    Of glass set while I might survive,
    But by a kind hand brought
    Alive
    To a strange place.

    That stock thus thinned will soon redeem its hours,
    And by another year,
    Such as God knows, with freer air,
    More fruits and fairer flowers
    Will bear,
    While I droop here.