Ogden Nash

The Purist I give you now Professor Twist, A conscientious scientist, Trustees exclaimed, “He never bungles!” And sent him off to distant jungles. Camped on a tropic riverside, One day he missed his loving bride. She had, the guide informed him later, Been eaten by an alligator. Professor Twist could not but smile. “You mean,” … Continue reading “Ogden Nash”

The Purist

I give you now Professor Twist,
A conscientious scientist,
Trustees exclaimed, “He never bungles!”
And sent him off to distant jungles.
Camped on a tropic riverside,
One day he missed his loving bride.
She had, the guide informed him later,
Been eaten by an alligator.
Professor Twist could not but smile.
“You mean,” he said, “a crocodile.”

Ben Jonson

The Noble Nature It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was … Continue reading “Ben Jonson”

The Noble Nature It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.

G H Hardy

Archimedes will be remembered when Aeschylus is forgotten, because languages die and mathematical ideas do not. “Immortality” may be a silly word, but probably a mathematician has the best chance of whatever it may mean.

Archimedes will be remembered when Aeschylus is forgotten, because languages die and mathematical ideas do not. “Immortality” may be a silly word, but probably a mathematician has the best chance of whatever it may mean.

E E Cummings

Better worlds (I suggest) are born, not made; and their birthdays are the birthdays of individuals. Let us pray always for individuals; never for worlds.

Better worlds (I suggest) are born, not made; and their birthdays are the birthdays of individuals. Let us pray always for individuals; never for worlds.

Ogden Nash

Samson Agonistes: I test my bath before I sit, And I’m always moved to wonderment That what chills the finger not a bit Is so frigid upon the fundament.

Samson Agonistes: I test my bath before I sit, And I’m always moved to wonderment That what chills the finger not a bit Is so frigid upon the fundament.

Robert Hayman

Owen’s Bracelt Our senses, without reason, are naught worth; Nor reason, unless faith do set it forth: Neither is faith without love to be deemed, Nor is love without God to be esteemed.

Owen’s Bracelt

Our senses, without reason, are naught worth;
Nor reason, unless faith do set it forth:
Neither is faith without love to be deemed,
Nor is love without God to be esteemed.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There Was a Little Girl There was a little girl, Who had a little curl, Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, She was very good indeed, But when she was bad she was horrid.

There Was a Little Girl There was a little girl, Who had a little curl, Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, She was very good indeed, But when she was bad she was horrid.

R S Thomas

The first king was on horseback The second was a pillion rider. The third came by plane. Where was the god-child? He was in the manger With the beasts, all looking The other way where the fourth Was a slow dawning because Wisdom must come on foot.

The first king was on horseback The second was a pillion rider. The third came by plane. Where was the god-child? He was in the manger With the beasts, all looking The other way where the fourth Was a slow dawning because Wisdom must come on foot.

Clifton Fadiman

To divide one’s life by years is of course to tumble into a trap set by our own arithmetic. The calendar consents to carry on its dull wall-existence by the arbitrary timetables we have drawn up in consultation with those permanent commuters, Earth and Sun. But we, unlike trees, need grow no annual rings.

To divide one’s life by years is of course to tumble into a trap set by our own arithmetic. The calendar consents to carry on its dull wall-existence by the arbitrary timetables we have drawn up in consultation with those permanent commuters, Earth and Sun. But we, unlike trees, need grow no annual rings.

Piet Hein

T. T. T. Put up in a place where it’s easy to see the cryptic admonishment T. T. T. When you feel how depressingly slowly you climb, it’s well to remember that Things Take Time.

T. T. T. Put up in a place where it’s easy to see the cryptic admonishment T. T. T. When you feel how depressingly slowly you climb, it’s well to remember that Things Take Time.