• Hilaire Belloc

    Now, splendidly, everything had become clear. The enemy at last was plain in view, huge and hateful, all disguise cast off. It was the Modern Age in arms.

  • Provost of Oriel College

    While Harvard Law School paid $27.50 for their engrossment of Magna Carta, Oriel College’s charter was delivered free to our founder Adam de Brome.

  • Ramamurti Shankar

    (at the start of a course on Quantum Mechanics)

    Here is my goal.
    Right now, I am the only one of us who doesn’t understand Quantum Mechanics.
    In seven days, all of you should be unable to understand Quantum Mechanics.

  • Otto von Bismarck

    They treat me like a fox, a cunning fellow of the first rank. But the truth is that with a gentleman I am always a gentleman and a half, and when I have to do with a pirate, I try to be a pirate and a half.

  • ough

    English can be weird. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though.

  • Rory Stewart

    on the one-nation Tories taking on the Brexiteers

    We felt like a book club going to a Millwall game.

  • Zoe Clark-Coates

    Whenever I see someone with an abundance of empathy I want to ask what heartbreak they have endured, for compassion is often birthed in the valley of despair.

  • Alphabetic

    A for horses

    B for my time

    C for yourself

    D for Kate

    E for Braun

    F for vescence  

    G for police

    H for teen

    I for looting

    J for oranges

    K for teria

    L for leather

    M for sis

    N for eggs

    O for the wings of a dove

    P for a whistle

    Q for a bus

    R for mo

    S for Rantzen

    T for two

    U for mism

    V for La France

    W for quits

    X for breakfast

    Y for mistress

    Z for breeze

  • Georges Pompidou

    There are three ways to ruin a man: women, gambling, and calling in the experts. The first is the pleasantest, the second is the fastest, but the third is the most certain.

  • Aaron Sorkin

    You think I think that an artist’s job is to speak the truth. An artist’s job is to captivate you for however long we’ve asked for your attention. If we stumble into truth, we got lucky. And I don’t get to decide what truth is.

  • Montesquieu

    If one only wished to be happy, this could be easily accomplished; but we wish to be happier than other people, and this is always difficult, for we believe others to be happier than they are.

  • George Orwell

    Every generation imagines itself to be more intelligent than the one that went before it, and wiser than the one that comes after it.

  • Orson Wells

    Ignorance, ignorance, sheer ignorance. You know there is no confidence to equal it.

    (on how he got the confidence to make Citizen Kane)

  • Karl Popper

    There seems to be an interesting law: bad and pretentious language drives out good and simple language. And once human language is destroyed, we shall return to the beasts.

  • C S Lewis

    A pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered. You are speaking, Hmán, as if pleasure were one thing and the memory another. It is all one thing.

  • G K Chesterton

    We who believe in patriotism once thought patriotism to be reasonable, and thought little more about it. Now we know it to be unreasonable, and know it to be right. We who are Christians never knew the great philosophic common sense which inheres in that mystery until the anti-Christian writers pointed it out to us. The great march of mental destruction will go on. Everything will be denied. Everything will become a creed. It is a reasonable position to deny the stones in the street; it will be a religious dogma to assert them. It is a rational thesis that we are all in a dream; it will be a mystical sanity to say that we are all awake. Fires will be kindled to testify that two and two make four. Swords will be drawn to prove that leaves are green in summer. We shall be left defending, not only the incredible virtues and sanities of human life, but something more incredible still, this huge impossible universe which stares us in the face. We shall fight for visible prodigies as if they were invisible. We shall look on the impossible grass and the skies with a strange courage. We shall be of those who have seen and yet have believed.

  • Winston Churchill

    We are not a young people with an innocent record and a scanty inheritance. We have engrossed to ourselves, in a time when other powerful nations were paralysed by barbarism or internal war, an altogether disproportionate share of the wealth and traffic of the world. We have got all we want in territory, and our claim to be left in the unmolested enjoyment of vast and splendid possessions, mainly acquired by violence, largely maintained by force, often seems less reasonable to others than to us.

  • A.E. Housman

    Three minutes’ thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.

  • Jon Stewart

    It’s like when people say Bob Dylan changed the world in the ’60s. He wrote some good tunes, and some people who did actually end up changing the world probably hummed them a lot, but that’s not what changed the world.

  • John Alexander Smith

    Nothing that you will learn in the course of your studies will be of the slightest possible use to you in life, save only this: if you work hard and diligently you should be able to detect when a man is talking rot; and that, in my view, is the main, if not the sole, purpose of education.

  • Percy Fitzpatrick

    At the end of a week of failures and disappointment all I knew was that I knew nothing – a very notable advance it is true, but one quite difficult to appreciate.

  • Jeff Pearce

    The West will begin to understand Africa when it realizes it’s not talking to a child – it’s talking to its mother.

  • Sun Tzu

    Therefore, the best warfare strategy is to attack the enemy’s plans, next is to attack alliances, next is to attack the army, and the worst is to attack a walled city.

  • Barry Caplan

    If you want to combat error, critique your in-group. You speak their language and they trust you, so you might persuade someone. If you want to raise your status, critique your out-group. They won’t listen, but your in-group will love it.

  • John Milton

    Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.

  • Rowan Williams

    When I think of people in my own life that I call holy, who have really made an impact…[these] people have made me feel better rather than worse about myself. Or rather, not quite that: these are never people who make me feel complacent about myself, far from it; they make me feel that there is hope for my confused and compromised humanity…somehow, I feel a little bit more myself…I have a theory, which I started elaborating after I had met Archbishop Desmond Tutu a few times, that there are two kinds of egotists in this world. There are egotists that are so in love with themselves that they have no room for anybody else, and there are egotists that are so in love with themselves that they make it possible for everybody else to be in love with themselves…And in that sense Desmond Tutu manifestly loves being Desmond Tutu; there’s no doubt about that. But the effect of that is not to make me feel frozen or shrunk; it makes me feel that just possibly, by God’s infinite grace, I could one day love being Rowan Williams in the way that Desmond Tutu loves being Desmond Tutu.

  • Tom Holland

     History isn’t about you; that’s what makes it history. It’s about somebody else, living in an entirely different moral and intellectual world. It’s a drama in which you’re not present, reminding you of your own tiny, humble place in the cosmic order. It’s not relevant. That’s why it’s so important.

  • Freeman Dyson

    The technologies which have had the most profound effects on human life are usually simple. A good example of a simple technology with profound historical consequences is hay. Nobody knows who invented hay, the idea of cutting grass in the autumn and storing it in large enough quantities to keep horses and cows alive through the winter. All we know is that the technology of hay was unknown to the Roman Empire but was known to every village of medieval Europe. Like many other crucially important technologies, hay emerged anonymously during the so-called Dark Ages. According to the Hay Theory of History, the invention of hay was the decisive event which moved the center of gravity of urban civilization from the Mediterranean basin to Northern and Western Europe. The Roman Empire did not need hay because in a Mediterranean climate the grass grows well enough in winter for animals to graze. North of the Alps, great cities dependent on horses and oxen for motive power could not exist without hay. So it was hay that allowed populations to grow and civilizations to flourish among the forests of Northern Europe. Hay moved the greatness of Rome to Paris and London, and later to Berlin and Moscow and New York.

  • Friedrich W. Nietzsche

    Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster… for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.

  • Alfred North Whitehead

    To have seen it from one side only is not to have seen it. […] There are no whole truths; all truths are half-truths. It is trying to treat them as whole truths that plays the devil.

  • Rudyard Kipling

    THE Camel’s hump is an ugly lump
    Which well you may see at the Zoo;
    But uglier yet is the hump we get
    From having too little to do.

    Kiddies and grown-ups too-oo-oo,
    If we haven’t enough to do-oo-oo,
    We get the hump—
    Cameelious hump—
    The hump that is black and blue!

    We climb out of bed with a frouzly head,
    And a snarly-yarly voice.
    We shiver and scowl and we grunt and we growl
    At our bath and our boots and our toys;

    And there ought to be a corner for me
    (And I know’ there is one for you)
    When we get the hump—
    Cameelious hump—
    The hump that is black and blue!

    The cure for this ill is not to sit still,
    Or frowst with a book by the fire;
    But to take a large hoe and a shovel also,
    And dig till you gently perspire;

    And then you will find that the sun and the wind,
    And the Djinn of the Garden too,
    Have lifted the hump—
    The horrible hump—
    The hump that is black and blue!

    I get it as well as you-oo-oo
    If I haven’t enough to do-oo-oo!
    We all get hump—
    Cameelious hump—
    Kiddies and grown-ups too!

  • John Stuart Mill

    I have observed that not the man who hopes when others despair, but the man who despairs when others hope, is admired by a large class of persons as a sage.

  • G. K. Chesterton

    In truth there are only two kinds of people, those who accept dogmas and know it, and those who accept dogmas and don’t know it.

  • Seamus Heaney

    Late August, given heavy rain and sun

    For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.

    At first, just one, a glossy purple clot . . .

    Like thickened wine: summer’s blood was in it

    Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for Picking

  • Philip Larkin

    Homage To A Government

    Next year we are to bring all the soldiers home
    For lack of money, and it is all right.
    Places they guarded, or kept orderly,
    Must guard themselves, and keep themselves orderly
    We want the money for ourselves at home
    Instead of working. And this is all right.

    It’s hard to say who wanted it to happen,
    But now it’s been decided nobody minds.
    The places are a long way off, not here,
    Which is all right, and from what we hear
    The soldiers there only made trouble happen.
    Next year we shall be easier in our minds.

    Next year we shall be living in a country
    That brought its soldiers home for lack of money.
    The statues will be standing in the same
    Tree-muffled squares, and look nearly the same.
    Our children will not know it’s a different country.
    All we can hope to leave them now is money.

  • Rudyard Kipling

    THE Camel’s hump is an ugly lump
    Which well you may see at the Zoo;
    But uglier yet is the hump we get
    From having too little to do.

    Kiddies and grown-ups too-oo-oo,
    If we haven’t enough to do-oo-oo,
    We get the hump—
    Cameelious hump—
    The hump that is black and blue!

    We climb out of bed with a frouzly head,
    And a snarly-yarly voice.
    We shiver and scowl and we grunt and we growl
    At our bath and our boots and our toys;

    And there ought to be a corner for me
    (And I know’ there is one for you)
    When we get the hump—
    Cameelious hump—
    The hump that is black and blue!

    The cure for this ill is not to sit still,
    Or frowst with a book by the fire;
    But to take a large hoe and a shovel also,
    And dig till you gently perspire;

    And then you will find that the sun and the wind,
    And the Djinn of the Garden too,
    Have lifted the hump—
    The horrible hump—
    The hump that is black and blue!

    I get it as well as you-oo-oo
    If I haven’t enough to do-oo-oo!
    We all get hump—
    Cameelious hump—
    Kiddies and grown-ups too!

  • G K Chesterton

    Some of the most civilized and highly organized cultures, like Carthage at its wealthiest, had human sacrifice at its worst. Culture, like science, is no protection against demons.

  • President Reagan

    The American Dream that we have nursed for so long in this country, and lately neglected, is not that every man must be level with every other man. The American Dream is that every man must be free to become whatever God intends he should become.
     
  • Samuel Johnson

    To be happy at home is the ultimate result of all ambition, the end to which every enterprise & labour tends, & of which every desire prompts the prosecution…It is…at home that every man must be known by those who would make a just estimate either of his virtue or felicity.

  • Edward Everett Hale

    Never bear more than one trouble at a time. Some people bear three kinds — all they have had, all they have now, and all they expect to have. –

  • Llewellyn Powys

    We have forgotten how to respond to the poetry of life. The hollow, tinkling facade of life put up by noisy and trivial people stands between us and our deepest wealth.

  • JRR Tolkein

    …they liked to have books filled with things that they already knew, set out fair and square with no contradictions

  • Robert Tombs

    History like travel ‘broadens the mind’. The differences we encounter are precious in reminding us that our ways are not the only ways, and other cultures and other generations have achievements as great as or greater than ours. Yet in the past, as in other countries, only some things are different and much is the same – a reminder of common humanity as well as cultural diversity. We owe respect to the past as we do to other societies today, not for the sake of our predecessors, who are beyond caring, but for our own sake. Treating the past as grotesque and inferior is the attitude of the tourist who can see nothing ‘abroad’ but dirt and bad plumbing.

  • Winston Spencer Churchill

    BREVITY

    (Memorandum by the Prime Minister)

    To do our work, we all have to read a mass of papers. Nearly all of them are far too long. This wastes time, while energy has to be spent in looking for the essential points.

    I ask my colleagues and their staffs to see to it that their reports are kept shorter.

    1. The aim should be Reports which set out their main points in a series of short, crisp paragraphs.
    2. If a Report relies on detailed analysis … these should be set out in an Appendix.
    3. Often the occasion is best met … by submitting an Aide-memoire, consisting of headings which can be expanded orally if needed.
    4. Let us have an end of phrases such as these:“It is also of importance to bear in mind the following considerations….” or “Consideration should be given to the possibility of carrying into effect….” Most of these woolly phrases are mere padding which can be left out altogether or replaced by a single word. Let us not shrink from using the short, expressive phrase, even if it is conversational.

    Reports drawn up on the lines I propose may at first seem rough compared to the flat surface of officialese jargon.

    But the saving of time will be great, while the discipline of setting out the real points concisely will prove an aid to clearer thinking.

    W.S.C.

  • Bernard Bailyn

    on the danger of projecting our own certainties back on to the confusion of the past as people experienced it

    The fact — the inescapable fact — is that we know how it all came out, and they did not.

  • Valery Legasov

    The truth doesn’t care about our needs or our wants. It doesn’t care about our governments, our ideologies, our religions. It will lie in wait for all time.

  • Czesław Miłosz

    Learning

    To believe you are magnificent. And gradually to discover that you are not magnificent. Enough labor for one human life.

  • A A Milne

    Happiness

    John had
    Great Big
    Waterproof
    Boots on;
    John had a
    Great Big
    Waterproof
    Hat;
    John had a
    Great Big
    Waterproof
    Mackintosh —
    And that
    (Said John)
    Is
    That.

  • Charles E Carryl

    The Sleepy Giant

    My age is three hundred and seventy-two,
    And I think, with the deepest regret,
    How I used to pick up and voraciously chew
    The dear little boys whom I met.
    I’ve eaten them raw, in their holiday suits;
    I’ve eaten them curried with rice;
    I’ve eaten them baked, in their jackets and boots,
    And found them exceedingly nice.
    But now that my jaws are too weak for such fare,
    I think it exceedingly rude
    To do such a thing, when I’m quite well aware
    Little boys do not like being chewed.

    And so I contentedly live upon eels,
    And try to do nothing amiss,
    And I pass all the time I can spare from my meals
    In innocent slumber — like this.

  • 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.

  • Fleur Adcock

     
    Immigrant

    November ’63: eight months in London.
    I pause on the low bridge to watch the pelicans:
    they float swanlike, arching their white necks
    over only slightly ruffled bundles of wings,
    burying awkward beaks in the lake’s water.

    I clench cold fists in my Marks and Spencer`s jacket
    and secretly test my accent once again:
    St James’s Park; St James’s Park; St James’s Park.

  • Percy Bysshe Shelley

    A Dirge

    Rough Wind, that moanest loud
    Grief too sad for song;
    Wild wind, when sullen cloud
    Knells all the night long;
    Sad storm, whose tears are vain,
    Bare woods, whose branches strain,
    Deep caves and dreary main, _
    Wail, for the world’s wrong!

  • Piet Hein

    Thoughts On A Station Platform

    It ought to be plain
    how little you gain
    by getting excited
    and vexed.

    You’ll always be late
    for the previous train,
    and always in time
    for the next.

  • Henry Reed

    Naming of Parts                                                       

    Today we have naming of parts. Yesterday,
    We had daily cleaning. And tomorrow morning,
    We shall have what to do after firing. But to-day,
    Today we have naming of parts. Japonica
    Glistens like coral in all of the neighbouring gardens,
    And today we have naming of parts.

    This is the lower sling swivel. And this
    Is the upper sling swivel, whose use you will see,
    When you are given your slings. And this is the piling swivel,
    Which in your case you have not got. The branches
    Hold in the gardens their silent, eloquent gestures,
    Which in our case we have not got.

    This is the safety-catch, which is always released
    With an easy flick of the thumb. And please do not let me
    See anyone using his finger. You can do it quite easy
    If you have any strength in your thumb. The blossoms
    Are fragile and motionless, never letting anyone see
    Any of them using their finger.

    And this you can see is the bolt. The purpose of this
    Is to open the breech, as you see. We can slide it
    Rapidly backwards and forwards: we call this
    Easing the spring. And rapidly backwards and forwards
    The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers:
    They call it easing the Spring.

    They call it easing the Spring: it is perfectly easy
    If you have any strength in your thumb: like the bolt,
    And the breech, and the cocking-piece, and the point of balance,
    Which in our case we have not got; and the almond-blossom
    Silent in all of the gardens and the bees going backwards and forwards,
    For today we have naming of parts.

     

  • Hilaire Belloc

    Tarantella

    Do you remember an Inn,
    Miranda?
    Do you remember an Inn?
    And the tedding and the spreading
    Of the straw for a bedding,
    And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees,
    And the wine that tasted of tar?
    And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
    (Under the vine of the dark veranda)?
    Do you remember an Inn, Miranda,
    Do you remember an Inn?
    And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
    Who hadn’t got a penny,
    And who weren’t paying any,
    And the hammer at the doors and the din?
    And the hip! hop! hap!
    Of the clap
    Of the hands to the swirl and the twirl
    Of the girl gone chancing,
    Glancing,
    Dancing,
    Backing and advancing,
    Snapping of the clapper to the spin
    Out and in–
    And the ting, tong, tang of the guitar!
    Do you remember an Inn,
    Miranda?
    Do you remember an Inn?

    Never more;
    Miranda,
    Never more.
    Only the high peaks hoar;
    And Aragon a torrent at the door.
    No sound
    In the walls of the halls where falls
    The tread
    Of the feet of the dead to the ground,
    No sound:
    But the boom
    Of the far waterfall like doom.

     

  • G K Chesterton

    The Donkey

    When forests walked and fishes flew
    And figs grew upon thorn,
    Some moment when the moon was blood,
    Then, surely, I was born.

    With monstrous head and sickening bray
    And ears like errant wings—
    The devil's walking parody
    Of all four-footed things:

    The battered outlaw of the earth
    Of ancient crooked will;
    Scourge, beat, deride me—I am dumb—
    I keep my secret still.

    Fools! For I also had my hour—
    One far fierce hour and sweet:
    There was a shout around my head
    And palms about my feet.
  • Moniza Alvi

    Arrival 1946

    The boat docked in Liverpool.
    From the train Tariq stared
    at an unbroken line of washing
    from the North West to Euston.

    These are strange people, he thought
    an Empire, and all this washing,
    the underwear, the Englishmen’s garden.
    It was Monday, and very sharp.

  • Eugene Guillevic

    Elegies

    He probably held too tightly
    (In the palm of his hand,
    Looking out on the sea)

    To the sand the wind
    Was taking, grain by grain —

    He who is held by the fear
    Of becoming mist.

  • E E Cummings

    maggie and milly and molly and may
    went down to the beach (to play one day)

    and maggie discovered a shell that sang
    so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and

    milly befriended a stranded star
    whose rays five languid fingers were;

    and molly was chased by a horrible thing
    which raced sideways while blowing bubbles; and

    may came home with a smooth round stone
    as small as a world and as large as alone.

    For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
    it’s always ourselves we find in the sea

  • Czeslaw Milosz

    Gift

    A day so happy.
    Fog lifted early I worked in the garden.
    Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.
    There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.
    I knew no man worth my envying him.
    Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.
    To think that once I was the same man didn’t embarrass me.
    In my body I felt no pain.
    On straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.

     

     

  • John Masefield

     

    Cargoes

    Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
    Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
    With a cargo of ivory,
    And apes and peacocks,
    Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.

    Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
    Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
    With a cargo of diamonds,
    Emeralds, amethysts,
    Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.

    Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke-stack,
    Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,
    With a cargo of Tyne coal,
    Road-rails, pig-lead,
    Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.


  • Philip Larkin

    The Trees

    The trees are coming into leaf,
    Like something almost being said;
    The recent buds relax and spread,
    Their greenness is a kind of grief.

    Is it that they are born again,
    And we grow old? No, they die too,
    Their yearly trick of looking new
    Is written down in rings of grain.

    Yet still the unresting castles thresh
    In fullgrown thickness every May.
    Last year is dead, they seem to say
    Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

     

     

     

  • Otto von Bismark

    Politics… is the capacity to choose in each fleeting moment of the situation that which is least harmful or most opportune… With a gentleman I am always a gentleman and a half, and with a pirate I try to be a pirate and a half.

  • Sir Roger Scruton

    If we are thinking intellectually the world of scholarship and education has turned in this negative direction, always preferring debunking explanations of everything, reducing them to the lowest motive – its not truth but power that we persue – and all that Foucauldian nonesense. I think the only response to that is to come up with “bunking” explanations so to speak, to try to put back into the subject matter ones own inherint belief in it and to recognise that we are not around on this earth for every long and we do have an obligation to find the things that we love and not the things that we reject and those things we love, the best way towards them is to look at the things that other people have loved. That is what a culture is, it the residue of all the things that people have thought worthwhile to preserve. Teaching that will again reconnect us to what matters.

  • Sir Roger Scruton

    Leftwing people find it very hard to get on with rightwing people, because they believe that they are evil. Whereas I have no problem getting on with leftwing people, because I simply believe that they are mistaken

  • Sir Roger Scruton

    Conservatism starts from a sentiment that all mature people can readily share: the sentiment that good things are easily destroyed, but not easily created.

  • Sir Roger Scruton

    Take away religion, take away philosophy, take away the higher aims of art, and you deprive ordinary people of the ways in which they can represent their apartness. Human nature, once something to live up to, becomes something to live down to instead. Biological reductionism nurtures this ‘living down’, which is why people so readily fall for it. It makes cynicism respectable and degeneracy chic. It abolishes our kind, and with it our kindness.

  • Sir Roger Scruton

    A writer who says that there are no truths, or that all truth is ‘merely relative,’ is asking you not to believe him. So don’t. Deconstruction deconstructs itself, and disappears up its own behind, leaving only a disembodied smile and a faint smell of sulphur.

  • Sir Roger Scruton

    Conservatism […] is the instinct we all ultimately share, at least if we’re happy in this world; it’s the instinct to hold on to what we love.

  • G K Chesterton

    In the matter of reforming things, as distinct from deforming them, there is one plain and simple principle; a principle which will probably be called a paradox. There exists in such a case a certain institution or law; let us say, for the sake of simplicity, a fence or gate erected across a road. The more modern type of reformer goes gaily up to it and says, “I don’t see the use of this; let us clear it away.” To which the more intelligent type of reformer will do well to answer: “If you don’t see the use of it, I certainly won’t let you clear it away. Go away and think. Then, when you can come back and tell me that you do see the use of it, I may allow you to destroy it.”

    This paradox rests on the most elementary common sense. The gate or fence did not grow there. It was not set up by somnambulists who built it in their sleep. It is highly improbable that it was put there by escaped lunatics who were for some reason loose in the street. Some person had some reason for thinking it would be a good thing for somebody. And until we know what the reason was, we really cannot judge whether the reason was reasonable. It is extremely probable that we have overlooked some whole aspect of the question, if something set up by human beings like ourselves seems to be entirely meaningless and mysterious. There are reformers who get over this difficulty by assuming that all their fathers were fools; but if that be so, we can only say that folly appears to be a hereditary disease. But the truth is that nobody has any business to destroy a social institution until he has really seen it as an historical institution. If he knows how it arose, and what purposes it was supposed to serve, he may really be able to say that they were bad purposes, that they have since become bad purposes, or that they are purposes which are no longer served. But if he simply stares at the thing as a senseless monstrosity that has somehow sprung up in his path, it is he and not the traditionalist who is suffering from an illusion.

  • Clive James

    Japanese Maple

    Your death, near now, is of an easy sort.
    So slow a fading out brings no real pain.
    Breath growing short
    Is just uncomfortable. You feel the drain
    Of energy, but thought and sight remain:

    Enhanced, in fact. When did you ever see
    So much sweet beauty as when fine rain falls
    On that small tree
    And saturates your brick back garden walls,
    So many Amber Rooms and mirror halls?

    Ever more lavish as the dusk descends
    This glistening illuminates the air.
    It never ends.
    Whenever the rain comes it will be there,
    Beyond my time, but now I take my share.

    My daughter’s choice, the maple tree is new.
    Come autumn and its leaves will turn to flame.
    What I must do
    Is live to see that.That will end the game
    For me, though life continues all the same:

    Filling the double doors to bathe my eyes,
    A final flood of colors will live on
    As my mind dies,
    Burned by my vision of a world that shone
    So brightly at the last, and then was gone.

  • Roger Scruton

    We are entering a realm of cultural darkness, in which rational argument and respect for the opponent are disappearing…there is only one permitted view, and a licence to persecute all the heretics that do not subscribe to it.

  • Fernando Pessoa

    To be great, be whole;
    Exclude nothing, exaggerate nothing that is not you.
    Be whole in everything. Put all you are
    Into the smallest thing you do.
    So, in each lake, the moon shines with splendor
    Because it blooms up above.

  • Hermann Hesse

    My story is not a pleasant one; it is neither sweet nor harmonious, as invented stories are; it has the taste of nonsense and chaos, of madness and dreams — like the lives of all men who stop deceiving themselves.
  • Josh Billings (possibly)

    It ain’t what you don’t know that gets you into trouble. Its what you know for sure that just ain’t so.

     

    (like attributing this quote to Mark Twain)

  • Lord Palmerston

    Frenchman: ‘If I were not a Frenchman, I should wish to be an Englishman.’
    Palmerston: ‘If I were not an Englishman, I should wish to be an Englishman.’

  • John Masefield

    I have seen flowers come in stony places
    And kind things done by men with ugly faces
    And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races,
    So I trust too.

  • Roger Scruton

    Intellectuals are naturally attracted by the idea of a planned society, in the belief that they will be in charge of it.

  • George Orwell

    The Home Guard could only exist in a country where men feel themselves free. Totalitarian states can do great things, but there is one thing they cannot do: they cannot give the factory-worker a rifle & tell him to take it home & keep it in his bedroom.

  • Nassim Nicholas Taleb

    Mathematicians think in proofs, lawyers in constructs, logicians in operators, dancers in movement, artists in impressions, and idiots in labels.

  • Corita Kent (popularised by her brother John Kent)

    Rule 1: Find a place you trust, and then, try trusting it for awhile.

    Rule 2: (General Duties of a Student)
    Pull everything out of your teacher.
    Pull everything out of your fellow students.

    Rule 3: (General Duties of a Teacher)
    Pull everything out of your students.

    Rule 4: Consider everything an experiment.

    Rule 5: Be Self Disciplined. This means finding someone wise or smart and choosing to follow them. To be disciplined is to follow in a good way. To be self disciplined is to follow in a better way.

    Rule 6: Follow the leader. Nothing is a mistake. There is no win and no fail. There is only make.

    Rule 7: The only rule is work. If you work it will lead to something. It is the people who do all the work all the time who eventually catch onto things. You can fool the fans–but not the players.

    Rule 8: Do not try to create and analyze at the same time. They are different processes.

    Rule 9: Be happy whenever you can manage it. Enjoy yourself. It is lighter than you think.

    Rule 10: We are breaking all the rules, even our own rules and how do we do that? By leaving plenty of room for “x” quantities.

    Helpful Hints:

    Always Be Around.
    Come or go to everything.

    Always go to classes.
    Read everything you can get your hands on.
    Look at movies carefully and often.
    SAVE EVERYTHING. It might come in handy later.

  • H L Mencken

    Wealth – any income that is at least one hundred dollars more a year than the income of one’s wife’s sister’s husband.

  • Richard Russo

    Anyone who observed us would conclude the purpose of all academic discussions was to become further entrenched in our original positions

  • Sir Edmund Hillary

    For scientific discovery give me Scott; for speed and efficiency of travel give me Amundsen; but when disaster strikes and all hope is gone, get down on your knees and pray for Shackleton.

  • Richard Rohr

    For poetry to be most effective, I believe it should be spoken aloud, embodied. After all, God didn’t think, “Let there be light”. God spoke, and creation vibrated into existence. Isn’t it just like our Creator to imprint the subtlety and mystery of creativity in the thisness of each voice?

  • Malcolm Muggeridge

    Another disastrous concept is the pursuit of happiness, a last?minute improvisation in the American Declaration of Independence, substituted for the defense of Property. Happiness pursued cannot be caught, and if it could, it would not be happiness.

  • C S Lewis

    To what will you look for help if you will not look to that which is stronger than yourself?

  • Czeslaw Milosz

    Gift

    A day so happy.
    Fog lifted early I worked in the garden.
    Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.
    There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.
    I knew no man worth my envying him.
    Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.
    To think that once I was the same man didn’t embarrass me.
    In my body I felt no pain.
    On straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.

  • T S Eliot

    I must tell you that I should really like to think there’s something wrong with me – Because, if there isn’t, then there’s something wrong with the world itself – and that’s much more frightening! That would be terrible. So I’d rather believe there is something wrong with me, that could be put right.

  • Fyodor Dostoyevsky

    Shower upon him every earthly blessing, drown him in bliss so that nothing but bubbles would dance on the surface of his bliss, as on a sea…and even then every man, out of sheer ingratitude, sheer libel, would play you some loathsome trick. He would even risk his cakes and would deliberately desire the most fatal rubbish, the most uneconomical absurdity, simply to introduce into all this positive rationality his fatal fantastic element…simply in order to prove to himself that men still are men and not piano keys.

  • Erik von Kuehnelt-Leddihn

    For the average person, all problems date to World War II; for the more informed, to World War I; for the genuine historian, to the French Revolution.

  • Ken Dodd

    Ken Dodd on Parkinson: “If you tell a joke in Glasgow, they laugh. In Birmingham, they don’t.”
    Parkinsons: “Why’s that?”
    Ken Dodd: “They can’t hear it.”

  • Henry George

    Blockading squadrons are a means whereby nations prevent their enemies from trading; protective tariffs are a means whereby nations prevent their own people from trading. Protection does to us in time of peace what enemies seek to do to us in time of war.

  • T S Eliot

    And pray to God to have mercy upon us
    And pray that I may forget
    These matters that with myself I too much discuss

  • Samuel Johnson

    Criticism is a study by which men grow important and formidable at a very small expense. The power of invention has been conferred by nature upon few, and the labour of learning those sciences which by mere labour be obtained is too great to be willingly endured; but every man can exert such judgment as he has upon the works of others; and he whom nature has made weak, and idleness keeps ignorant, may yet support his vanity by the name of a critick.

  • Billy Graham

    Someday you will read or hear that Billy Graham is dead. Don’t you believe a word of it. I shall be more alive than I am now. I will just have changed my address. I will have gone into the presence of God.

  • Tony Benn

    Never give your audience your second best speech.

    advice to Daniel Hannan shortly before he stood for his first election

  • Fyodor Dostoevsky

    They fight and fight and fight; they are fighting now, they fought before, and they’ll fight in the future … So you see, you can say anything about world history … Except one thing, that is. It cannot be said that world history is reasonable.

  • Marcus Aurelius

    When you wake up in the morning, tell yourself: the people I deal with today will be meddling, ungrateful, arrogant, dishonest, jealous, and surly. They are like this because they can’t tell good from evil. But I have seen the beauty of good, and the ugliness of evil, and have recognized that the wrongdoer has a nature related to my own – not of the same blood and birth, but the same mind, and possessing a share of the divine. And so none of them can hurt me.

  • Thomas More

    One of the greatest problems of our time is that many are schooled but few are educated.

  • Only

    She told him that she loved him

    Only she told him that she loved him
    She only told him that she loved him
    She told only him that she loved him
    She told him only that she loved him
    She told him that only she loved him
    She told him that she only loved him
    She told him that she loved only him
    She told him that she loved him only

  • Richard Rorty (1998)

    …members of labor unions, and unorganized unskilled workers, will sooner or later realize that their government is not even trying to prevent wages from sinking or to prevent jobs from being exported. Around the same time, they will realize that suburban white-collar workers—themselves desperately afraid of being downsized—are not going to let themselves be taxed to provide social benefits for anyone else.

    At that point, something will crack. The nonsuburban electorate will decide that the system has failed and start looking around for a strongman to vote for—someone willing to assure them that, once he is elected, the smug bureaucrats, tricky lawyers, overpaid bond salesmen, and postmodernist professors will no longer be calling the shots…

    One thing that is very likely to happen is that the gains made in the past forty years by black and brown Americans, and by homosexuals, will be wiped out. Jocular contempt for women will come back into fashion… …All the resentment which badly educated Americans feel about having their manners dictated to them by college graduates will find an outlet.

  • Assar Lindbeck

    In many cases, rent control appears to be the most efficient technique presently known to destroy a city — except for bombing

  • Arthur Ransome

    The desire to build a house is the tired wish of a man content thenceforward with a single anchorage. The desire to build a boat is the desire of youth, unwilling yet to accept the idea of a final resting-place.

  • Freeman Dyson

    The conservative has little to fear from the man whose reason is the servant of his passions, but let him beware of him in whom reason has become the greatest and most terrible of passions. These are the wreckers of outworn empires.

  • Michael Oakeshott

    To be conservative, then, is to prefer the familiar to the unknown, to prefer the tried to the untried, fact to mystery, the actual to the possible, the limited to the unbounded, the near to the distant, the sufficient to the superabundant, the convenient to the perfect, present laughter to utopian bliss.

  • Leo Tolstoy

    The most difficult subjects can be explained to the most slow-witted man if he has not formed any idea of them already; but the simplest thing cannot be made clear to the most intelligent man if he is firmly persuaded that he knows already, without a shadow of a doubt, what is laid before him.

  • Jordan Peterson

    In answer to the question “What are the most valuable things everyone should know?”

    Tell the truth.
    Do not do things that you hate.
    Act so that you can tell the truth about how you act.
    Pursue what is meaningful, not what is expedient.
    If you have to choose, be the one who does things, instead of the one who is seen to do things.
    Pay attention.
    Assume that the person you are listening to might know something you need to know. Listen to them hard enough so that they will share it with you.
    Plan and work diligently to maintain the romance in your relationships.
    Be careful who you share good news with.
    Be careful who you share bad news with.
    Make at least one thing better every single place you go.
    Imagine who you could be, and then aim single-mindedly at that.
    Do not allow yourself to become arrogant or resentful.
    Try to make one room in your house as beautiful as possible.
    Compare yourself to who you were yesterday, not to who someone else is today.
    Work as hard as you possibly can on at least one thing and see what happens.
    If old memories still make you cry, write them down carefully and completely.
    Maintain your connections with people.
    Do not carelessly denigrate social institutions or artistic achievement.
    Treat yourself as if you were someone that you are responsible for helping.
    Ask someone to do you a small favour, so that he or she can ask you to do one in the future.
    Make friends with people who want the best for you.
    Do not try to rescue someone who does not want to be rescued, and be very careful about rescuing someone who does.
    Nothing well done is insignificant.
    Set your house in perfect order before you criticize the world.
    Dress like the person you want to be.
    Be precise in your speech.
    Stand up straight with your shoulders back.
    Don’t avoid something frightening if it stands in your way — and don’t do unnecessarily dangerous things.
    Do not let your children do anything that makes you dislike them.
    Do not transform your wife into a maid.
    Do not hide unwanted things in the fog.
    Notice that opportunity lurks where responsibility has been abdicated.
    Read something written by someone great.
    Pet a cat when you encounter one on the street.
    Do not bother children when they are skateboarding.
    Don’t let bullies get away with it.
    Write a letter to the government if you see something that needs fixing — and propose a solution.
    Remember that what you do not yet know is more important than what you already know.
    Be grateful in spite of your suffering.

  • Herodotus

    Knowledge may give weight, but accomplishments give lustre, and many more people see than weigh.

  • Robert Quillen

    Self-written “Obituary”

    He was a writer of paragraphs and short editorials. He always hoped to write something of permanent value, but the business of making a living took most of his time and he never got around to it. In his youth he felt an urge to reform the world, but during the latter years of his life he decided that he would be doing rather well if he kept himself out of jail. … When the last clod had fallen, workmen covered the grave with a granite slab bearing the inscription: “Submitted to the Publisher by Robert Quillen.”

  • Arthur Ransome

    They found, like many explorers before them, that somehow, in their absence, they had got into trouble at home.

  • Freeman Dyson

    Fifty years ago Kurt Gödel… proved that the world of pure mathematics is inexhaustible. … I hope that the notion of a final statement of the laws of physics will prove as illusory as the notion of a formal decision process for all mathematics. If it should turn out that the whole of physical reality can be described by a finite set of equations, I would be disappointed, I would feel that the Creator had been uncharacteristically lacking in imagination.

  • Michael Sandel

    We have heard a lot about anger against elites – and I think that anger has a certain shape it’s an anger at the meritocratic hubris of those on top who have inhaled quite deeply of their success who are pretty confident that they deserve to have landed on top and by implication that those who are disadvantaged deserve their place as well, there is something galling, insulting, humiliating about the meritocratic hubris and leads those on top to a certain kind of smugness to look across the distribution of income and wealth and power and opportunities and to conclude that they are on top because they deserve to be.

  • John F Kennedy

    For the great enemy of truth is very often not the lie–deliberate, contrived and dishonest–but the myth–persistent, persuasive, and unrealistic. Too often we hold fast to the cliches of our forebears. We subject all facts to a prefabricated set of interpretations. We enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought.

  • G K Chesterton

    There is, perhaps, in our world a little too much of the practice of poring over new ideas until they become old. We require a little of the practice of poring over old ideas until they become new.

  • Daniel Hannan

    When the esteem of our peers matters more than the opinion of strangers, we start looking for traitors rather than converts, striving to outdo one another in the intensity of our rage.

  • @Nicole_Cliffe

    We were all rich. There are not two kinds of rich people. All rich people are the same. You give it all away and cease being rich, or you don’t. Jesus was no idiot.

  • Rowan Williams

    Advent Calendar

    He will come like last leaf’s fall.
    One night when the November wind
    has flayed the trees to the bone, and earth
    wakes choking on the mould,
    the soft shroud’s folding.

    He will come like frost.
    One morning when the shrinking earth
    opens on mist, to find itself
    arrested in the net
    of alien, sword-set beauty.

    He will come like dark.
    One evening when the bursting red
    December sun draws up the sheet
    and penny-masks its eye to yield
    the star-snowed fields of sky.

    He will come, will come,
    will come like crying in the night,
    like blood, like breaking,
    as the earth writhes to toss him free.
    He will come like child.

  • Rory Stewart

    Rory Stewart to Steve a drystone waller: How much can you build in a day
    Steve: A good drystone waller can build four metres in a day. A bad waller can build six.

  • Kurt von Hammerstein-Equord

    I divide my officers into four classes; the clever, the lazy, the industrious, and the stupid. Each officer possesses at least two of these qualities. Those who are clever and industrious are fitted for the highest staff appointments. Use can be made of those who are stupid and lazy. The man who is clever and lazy however is for the very highest command; he has the temperament and nerves to deal with all situations. But whoever is stupid and industrious is a menace and must be removed immediately!

  • Robert Pirosh

    Dear Sir:

    I like words. I like fat buttery words, such as ooze, turpitude, glutinous, toady. I like solemn, angular, creaky words, such as straitlaced, cantankerous, pecunious, valedictory. I like spurious, black-is-white words, such as mortician, liquidate, tonsorial, demi-monde. I like suave “V” words, such as Svengali, svelte, bravura, verve. I like crunchy, brittle, crackly words, such as splinter, grapple, jostle, crusty. I like sullen, crabbed, scowling words, such as skulk, glower, scabby, churl. I like Oh-Heavens, my-gracious, land’s-sake words, such as tricksy, tucker, genteel, horrid. I like elegant, flowery words, such as estivate, peregrinate, elysium, halcyon. I like wormy, squirmy, mealy words, such as crawl, blubber, squeal, drip. I like sniggly, chuckling words, such as cowlick, gurgle, bubble and burp.

    I like the word screenwriter better than copywriter, so I decided to quit my job in a New York advertising agency and try my luck in Hollywood, but before taking the plunge I went to Europe for a year of study, contemplation and horsing around.

    I have just returned and I still like words.

    May I have a few with you?

    Robert Pirosh

    15 years before he won a best original screenplay Oscar

  • Isidor Isaac Rabi

    My mother made me a scientist without ever intending to. Every other Jewish mother in Brooklyn would ask her child after school: So? Did you learn anything today? But not my mother. “Izzy,” she would say, “did you ask a good question today?” That difference — asking good questions — made me become a scientist.

  • A A Gill

    Boris…is without doubt the very worst putative politician I’ve ever seen in action…and I can’t think of a higher compliment.

  • George Bernard Shaw

    response to receiving and draft of the Seven Pillars of Wisdom

    Confound you and your book: you are no more to be trusted with a pen than a child with a torpedo.

  • Bertrand Russell

    Dear Sir Oswald,

    Thank you for your letter and for your enclosures. I have given some thought to our recent correspondence. It is always difficult to decide on how to respond to people whose ethos is so alien and, in fact, repellent to one’s own. It is not that I take exception to the general points made by you but that every ounce of my energy has been devoted to an active opposition to cruel bigotry, compulsive violence, and the sadistic persecution which has characterised the philosophy and practice of fascism.

    I feel obliged to say that the emotional universes we inhabit are so distinct, and in deepest ways opposed, that nothing fruitful or sincere could ever emerge from association between us.

    I should like you to understand the intensity of this conviction on my part. It is not out of any attempt to be rude that I say this but because of all that I value in human experience and human achievement.

    Yours sincerely,

    Bertrand Russell

  • William Stafford

    Vacation

    One scene as I bow to pour her coffee:-

    Three Indians in the scouring drouth
    Huddle at the grave scooped in the gravel,
    Lean to the wind as our train goes by.
    Someone is gone.
    There is dust on everything in Nevada.

    I pour the cream.

  • Robert Hayden

    Those Winter Sundays

    Sundays too my father got up early
    and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
    then with cracked hands that ached
    from labor in the weekday weather made
    banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

    I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
    When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
    and slowly I would rise and dress,
    fearing the chronic angers of that house,

    Speaking indifferently to him,
    who had driven out the cold
    and polished my good shoes as well.
    What did I know, what did I know
    of love’s austere and lonely offices?

  • Marquis de Favras

    Last words after reading his death sentence before being hanged

    I see that you have made 3 spelling mistakes.

  • Nassim Nicholas Taleb

    Risk as Virtue
    Finally, when young people who “want to help mankind” come to me, asking: “What should I do? I want to reduce poverty, save the world” and similar noble aspirations at the macro-level. My suggestion is:
    1) never engage in virtue signaling;
    2) never engage in rent seeking;
    3) you must start a business. Take risks, start a business.
    Yes, take risk, and if you get rich (what is optional) spend your money generously on others. We need people to take (bounded) risks. The entire idea is to move these kids away from the macro, away from abstract universal aims, that social engineering that bring tail risks to society. Doing business will always help; institutions may help but they are equally likely to harm (I am being optimistic; I am certain that except for a few most do end up harming).
    Risk is the highest virtue.

  • John Selden

    Equity is a roguish thing. For Law we have a measure, know what to trust to; Equity is according to the conscience of him that is Chancellor, and as that is larger or narrower, so is Equity. ‘T is all one as if they should make the standard for the measure we call a “foot” a Chancellor’s foot; what an uncertain measure would this be!

  • Ronald Reagan

    The trouble with our liberal friends is not that they are ignorant, but that they know so much that isn’t so.

  • Bismarck

    Politics is gambling for high stakes with other people’s money… Politics is a job that can be compared with navigation in uncharted waters. One has no idea how the weather or the currents will be or what storms one is in for. In politics, there is the added fact that one is largely dependent on the decisions of others, decisions on which one was counting and which then do not materialise; one’s actions are never completely one’s own. And if the friends on whose support one is relying change their minds, which is something that one cannot vouch for, the whole plan miscarries… One’s enemies one can count on – but one’s friends!

  • Marcus Tullius Cicero

    Nothing is more fickle than people in a crowd, nothing harder to discover than how men intend to vote, nothing trickier than the whole way in which elections work.

  • Upton Sinclair

    It is difficult to get a man to understand something, when his salary depends upon his not understanding it!

  • C S Lewis

    If we let ourselves, we shall always be waiting for some distraction or other to end before we can really get down to our work.

  • Robert Conquest

    Three Laws of Politics:

    1) Everyone is conservative about what he knows best.
    2) Any organization not explicitly right-wing sooner or later becomes left-wing.
    3) The simplest way to explain the behavior of any bureaucratic organization is to assume that it is controlled by a cabal of its enemies.

  • Plato

    This and no other is the root from which a tyrant springs; when he first appears he is a protector.

  • Edward Thomas

    (on the centenary of his death at the Battle of Arras)

    In Memoriam (Easter, 1915)

    The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood
    This Eastertide call into mind the men,
    Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should
    Have gathered them and will do never again.

  • Non Phonetic Alphabet

    A as in Aisle
    B as in Bdellium (the b is silent)
    C as in Czar
    D as in Djinn
    E as in Eye
    F as in Felinfoel (Welsh town, pronounced Velinfoe)
    G as in Gnat
    H as in Hour
    I as in Irk or Ian
    J as in Junta
    K as in Know
    L as in Llullaillaco (South American volcano pronounced Yu.Yai.Ya.ko)
    M as in Mnemonic
    N as in Ndebele
    O as in One or Oestrogen or Ouija
    P as in Pneumatic or indeed phonetic
    Q as in Quay
    R as in Rzeznik (the polish pronunciation has a silent R)
    S as in Szilard (or Sgraffitto)
    T as in Tzar (it is an added bonus to have one word that represents two letters but if you think that might be confusing somehow you can use Tsunami instead)
    U as in Urn
    V as in Veni vidi vici (each word pronounced with a w)
    W as in Whole
    X as in Xhosa or Xavier
    Y as in Yvonne or Ylang Ylang
    Z as in Zhivago

    bonus phonetic but confusing

    A as in H
    D as in W
    E as in F, E, M, N or X
    S as in C (Sea)
    W as in Y (Why)
    Y as in U (You)

  • Enver Hoxha

    This year will be harder than last year. On the other hand, it will be easier than next year.

  • Nassim Nicholas Taleb

    Everything before the “but” is meant to be ignored by the speaker; and everything after the “but” should be ignored by the listener.

  • G K Chesterton

    There were three things prefigured and promised by the gifts in the cave of Bethlehem concerning the Child who received them; that He should be crowned like a King: that He should be worshiped like a God; and that He should die like a man. And these things would sound like Eastern flattery, were it not for the third.

  • Arkell v. Pressdram

    29th April 1971

    Dear Sir,

    We act for Mr Arkell who is Retail Credit Manager of Granada TV Rental Ltd. His attention has been drawn to an article appearing in the issue of Private Eye dated 9th April 1971 on page 4. The statements made about Mr Arkell are entirely untrue and clearly highly defamatory. We are therefore instructed to require from you immediately your proposals for dealing with the matter.

    Mr Arkell’s first concern is that there should be a full retraction at the earliest possible date in Private Eye and he will also want his costs paid. His attitude to damages will be governed by the nature of your reply.

    Yours,

    (Signed)

    Goodman Derrick & Co.

    ——————————

    Dear Sirs,

    We acknowledge your letter of 29th April referring to Mr. J. Arkell.

    We note that Mr Arkell’s attitude to damages will be governed by the nature of our reply and would therefore be grateful if you would inform us what his attitude to damages would be, were he to learn that the nature of our reply is as follows: fuck off.

    Yours,

    Private Eye

  • @giles_fraser

    Extraordinary that all the people who self-describe as “free thinking” on Twitter all think roughly the same thing.

  • A A Gill

    Freedom of speech is what all the other human rights and freedoms balance on. That may sound like unspeakable arrogance when applied to restaurant reviews or gossip columns. But that’s not the point. Journalism isn’t an individual sport like books and plays; it’s a team effort. The power of the press is cumulative. It has a conscious humming momentum. You can — and probably do — pick up bits of it and sneer or sigh or fling them with great force at the dog. But together they make up the most precious thing we own. “It’s all very well for him,” I hear you say, “on his high horse about freedom, but just look at the papers. They’re full of lies and gossip and laziness. The theory’s fine, the practice is disgusting.” Well, let’s just look at that. I don’t know what it is you do, what you make or sell, but consider this. Consider starting each morning with three or so dozen blank sheets of broadsheet paper. And then having to fill them with columns of facts, opinions based on facts and predictions extrapolated from facts. I don’t know how many facts a newspaper has in it. Thousands. Tens of thousands. Millions. From the Stock Market to TV listings by way of courtrooms, parliaments, disasters, wars, celebrity denials, births, deaths, horoscopes and the pictures to go with them. Now tell me, how long did your last annual general report take? Days? Weeks? And you had all that information to hand. How long did the last letter you wrote take? You just made that up. Newspapers are the size of long novels. They’re put together from around the globe from sources who lie, manipulate, want to sell things, hide things, spin things. Despite threats, injunctions, bullets, jails and non-returned phone calls, journalists do it every single day, from scratch. What’s amazing, what’s utterly staggering, is not the things papers get wrong, it’s just how much they get right. Your business, no other business, could guarantee the percentage of accuracy that a newspaper does. And what’s more, if you live in Britain, you don’t get just one, you have the choice of a dozen national papers. Oh, and a small boy will come and put it through your letter box before you’ve even got out of bed. Nothing, but nothing, makes me prouder than being a hack.

  • G K Chesterton

    What we should try to do is make politics as local as possible. Keep the politicians near enough to kick them.

  • Richard Ingrams

    Editor of Private Eye giving evidence in a libel action against the magazine

    The only things in Private Eye that aren’t true are the apologies.

  • James Landale

    On Boris’ first week at FCO

    The foreign secretary spent much of the week looking rather like an old Labrador who has just flushed out a pheasant for the first time and is rather pleased with his unexpected success.
    In contrast, his officials looked like children with a new bicycle that they can’t wait to take out for a ride but are worried they might crash.

  • Elie Wiesel

    We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.

  • John Gower

    There are three things of such a sort that they produce merciless destruction when they get the upper hand one is a flood of water, another is a raging fire and the third is the lesser people, the common multitude; for they will not be stopped by either reason or by discipline.

  • Brendan O’Neill

    This is democracy in action, in all its messy, beautiful, order-upsetting glory. Behold the steadfastness of ordinary people, their willingness to act on their conviction even in the face of the threats and barbs of people with power. We hear a lot these days about how gullible the public is, how malleable are our putty-like minds, play-doh in the hands of demagogues. And yet yesterday, the people thought for themselves; they weighed things up and they decided to reject received wisdom and the Westminster / Washington / Brussels consensus. Such independence of spirit, such freedom of thought, is stirring.

  • Tweet

    @Michael1979

    When you feel something is impossible, remind yourself that Leicester won the league.

    But also that your thing is probably still impossible

  • Freeman Dyson

    My view of the prevalence of doom-and-gloom in Cambridge is that it is a result of the English class system. In England there were always two sharply opposed middle classes, the academic middle class and the commercial middle class. In the nineteenth century, the academic middle class won the battle for power and status. As a child of the academic middle class, I learned to look on the commercial middle class with loathing and contempt. Then came the triumph of Margaret Thatcher, which was also the revenge of the commercial middle class. The academics lost their power and prestige and the business people took over. The academics never forgave Thatcher and have been gloomy ever since

  • Princess Elizabeth

    I declare before you all that my whole life whether it be long or short shall be devoted to your service and the service of our great imperial family to which we all belong. But I shall not have strength to carry out this resolution alone unless you join in it with me, as I now invite you to do: I know that your support will be unfailingly given. God help me to make good my vow, and God bless all of you who are willing to share in it.

    21st April 1947

  • Rumi

    I choose to love you in silence…
    For in silence I find no rejection,
    I choose to love you in loneliness…
    For in loneliness no one owns you but me,
    I choose to adore you from a distance…
    For distance will shield me from pain,
    I choose to kiss you in the wind…
    For the wind is gentler than my lips,
    I choose to hold you in my dreams…
    For in my dreams, you have no end…

  • C. S. Lewis

    What one calls the interruptions are precisely one’s real life — the life God is sending one day by day.

  • G K Chesterton

    I strongly object to wrong arguments on the right side. I think I object to them more than to the wrong arguments on the wrong side.

  • Murray N. Rothbard

    It is no crime to be ignorant of economics, which is, after all, a specialized discipline and one that most people consider to be a ‘dismal science.’ But it is totally irresponsible to have a loud and vociferous opinion on economic subjects while remaining in this state of ignorance.

  • Umberto Eco

    I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren’t trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom.

  • C. S. Lewis

    There have been men before…who got so interested in proving the existence of God that they came to care nothing for God himself.

  • Siegfried Sassoon

    Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
    And I was filled with such delight
    As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
    Winging wildly across the white
    Orchards and dark-green fields; on–on–and out of sight.

    Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted;
    And beauty came like the setting sun:
    My heart was shaken with tears; and horror
    Drifted away … O, but Everyone
    Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.

  • @policecommander

    A Copper’s Christmas

    And now for something just a little bit different…

    …A retelling of the Christmas story using detail drawn from a little known historical source – the Daily Crime Bulletin of the Bethlehem Police Department (known by all as the ‘BPD’ – and by some as the ‘Thin Beige Line’).

    Published daily by the local Constabulary, the Bulletin offers a fascinating insight into the work of a hitherto unheralded group of women and men – whilst shining new light on an old tale.

    ————————————-

    Bethlehem Police Department
    Daily Crime Bulletin
    (Date obscured)

    Late Turn – Briefing for Operation Census

    – Substantial number of migrants arriving at border during past week;
    – Limited community tension reported – no incidents of note;
    – Large crowds expected in Bethlehem this evening;
    – No intelligence re: pre-planned disorder;
    – Terrorism Threat Level remains at ‘Severe’;
    – 12 officers on duty;
    – Roads Policing Chariot in for repairs – no replacement available.

    1400hrs
    Start of shift;
    2 PCs to fixed post at main Town Checkpoint;
    2 PCs to ongoing crime scene at Caesar’s Nightclub;
    2 PCs to constant watch in the cells;
    Remaining officers out on foot.

    1500hrs
    Routine patrols – High Street.
    Town Centre crowded but peaceful.

    16.30hrs
    Call to Civil Dispute in the foyer of the Judea Travelodge.
    Apparent misunderstanding regarding double booking of two suites.
    Situation deteriorated as it became apparent that there are no other rooms available – anywhere in the neighbourhood.
    Suspects became violent. Two arrests. Now lodging with us overnight.

    17.15hrs
    Suspect detained for Theft of Wine from the Bethlehem Brasserie.
    Evidence consumed prior to police arrival.
    Suspect unfit for interview until tomorrow morning.

    18.00hrs
    Reports of possible UFO sighting.
    Claims of a bright light – moving East to West at height of several thousand feet.
    Area Search No Trace.
    Possible Nuisance Call.

    18.30hrs
    Multiple calls to disturbance on hillside a mile outside town.
    Reports of strobe lighting and loud music.
    Initial suspicions of an illegal rave in progress.
    On arrival, met by gang of Shepherds and a large quantity of sheep. Shepherds claiming to been visited by angels.
    Despite lengthy enquiries and thorough searches, no sound system or lighting equipment found – and no evidence of alcohol or illegal substances. Not even a spliff.
    Initially threatened Shepherds with arrest for wasting police time – but settled for a Verbal Warning when they explained that they were leaving anyway.
    Last seen running towards Bethlehem Town Centre.

    19.30hrs
    Call from Judea Border Patrol.
    They have stopped a group of Travellers who claim to have come from ‘afar’.
    Have yet to establish where this is.
    The three who appear to be in charge are well dressed and claim to know something about the earlier UFO report.
    Search of luggage has revealed a quantity of gold and a container filled with an aromatic and suspicious looking resin.
    Enquiries ongoing.

    20.15hrs
    Update from Border Patrol.
    Travellers able to prove ownership of gold – and the resin turns out to be something called Myrrh. Checks confirm this isn’t a Controlled Drug.
    Allowed on their way.

    21.00hrs
    Call to believed Child Protection case.
    Reports of newborn baby being cared for in wholly unsuitable circumstances – apparently in a stable, surrounded by livestock and with no heating or running water.
    Unmarried teenage mother with no obvious means of support aside from someone claiming – without documentation – to be her ‘betrothed’.
    On arrival, found earlier group of Shepherds in street outside.
    Initially threatened them with arrest for Obstructing Police – then saw expression on their faces.
    Decided to see for myself what was going on.

    Ma’am, I’ve walked this beat for more than 20 years and I’ve seen most things that this line of work puts your way – but I have no words to describe what I saw last night.

    No arrests necessary. No explanation adequate. But everything is different now.

    By the time you read this, I’ll have finished my shift. If you have any questions about this report, you’ll find me back at the stable door.

    If I may Ma’am – and if you have time – you really ought to come and see for yourself.

    Bulletin ends.

  • Kenneth Grahame

    All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered.

    ‘Rat!’ he found breath to whisper, shaking. ‘Are you afraid?’

    ‘Afraid?’ murmured the Rat, his eyes shining with unutterable love. ‘Afraid! Of Him? O, never, never! And yet— and yet— O, Mole, I am afraid!’

    Then the two animals, crouching to the earth, bowed their heads and did worship.

  • Rowan Williams

    Advent Calendar

    He will come like last leaf’s fall.
    One night when the November wind
    has flayed the trees to the bone, and earth
    wakes choking on the mould,
    the soft shroud’s folding.

    He will come like frost.
    One morning when the shrinking earth
    opens on mist, to find itself
    arrested in the net
    of alien, sword-set beauty.

    He will come like dark.
    One evening when the bursting red
    December sun draws up the sheet
    and penny-masks its eye to yield
    the star-snowed fields of sky.

    He will come, will come,
    will come like crying in the night,
    like blood, like breaking,
    as the earth writhes to toss him free.
    He will come like child.

  • Janan Ganesh

    The problem is systemic. The tolerable price of democracy is its pesky resistance to strategic government. Every policy is an amendment upon an improvisation upon a half-forgotten contingency, agreed by quarrelling interest groups amid the blare of the electorate.

  • Edmund Christopher Pery, 7th Earl of Limerick

    the following poem was submitted as the Earl’s Candidature Statement for election as one of the 92 hereditary peers to have a seat in the House of Lords following a vacancy

    The Upper House knows none so queer
    A creature as the Seatless Peer.
    Flamingo-like he stands all day
    With no support to hold his sway.
    And waits with covert eagerness
    For ninety-two to be one less.
    Then on to hustings he must pace
    Once more to plead his special case.
    Noble Lordships, spare a thought
    For one so vertically distraught,
    And from your seats so well entrenched,
    Please vote that mine may be embenched.

  • Chanie Gorkin

    Worst Day Ever?

    Today was the absolute worst day ever
    And don’t try to convince me that
    There’s something good in every day
    Because, when you take a closer look,
    This world is a pretty evil place.
    Even if
    Some goodness does shine through once in a while
    Satisfaction and happiness don’t last.
    And it’s not true that
    It’s all in the mind and heart
    Because
    True happiness can be attained
    Only if one’s surroundings are good
    It’s not true that good exists
    I’m sure you can agree that
    The reality
    Creates
    My attitude
    It’s all beyond my control
    And you’ll never in a million years hear me say
    Today was a very good day

    Now read it from bottom to top, the other way,
    And see what I really feel about my day.

  • Edmund Burke

    Because half a dozen grasshoppers under a fern make the field ring with their importunate chink, whilst thousands of great cattle, reposed beneath the shadow of the British oak, chew the cud and are silent, pray do not imagine that those who make the noise are the only inhabitants of the field.

  • Queen Elizabeth II

    In the old days the monarch led his soldiers on the battlefield and his leadership at all times was close and personal.

    Today things are very different. I cannot lead you into battle, I do not give you laws or administer justice but I can do something else, I can give you my heart and my devotion to these old islands and to all the peoples of our brotherhood of nations.

    I believe in our qualities and in our strength, I believe that together we can set an example to the world which will encourage upright people everywhere.

  • Herodotus

    Knowledge may give weight, but accomplishments give luster, and many more people see than weigh.

  • R S Thomas

    The Bright Field

    I have seen the sun break through
    to illuminate a small field
    for a while, and gone my way
    and forgotten it. But that was the
    pearl of great price, the one field that had
    treasure in it. I realise now
    that I must give all that I have
    to possess it. Life is not hurrying

    on to a receding future, nor hankering after
    an imagined past. It is the turning
    aside like Moses to the miracle
    of the lit bush, to a brightness
    that seemed as transitory as your youth
    once, but is the eternity that awaits you.

  • C S Lewis

    But the most obvious fact about praise – whether of God or anything – strangely escaped me. I thought of it in terms of compliment, approval, or the giving of honour. I had never noticed that all enjoyment spontaneously overflows into praise unless . . . shyness or the fear of boring others is deliberately brought in to check it. The world rings with praise – lovers praising their mistresses [Romeo praising Juliet and vice versa], readers their favourite poet, walkers praising the countryside, players praising their favourite game – praise of weather, wines, dishes, actors, motors, horses, colleges, countries, historical personages, children, flowers, mountains, rare stamps, rare beetles, even sometimes politicians or scholars

    My whole, more general, difficulty about praise of God depended on my absurdly denying to us, as regards the supremely Valuable, what we delight to do, what indeed we can’t help doing, about everything else we value.

    I think we delight to praise what we enjoy because the praise not merely expresses but completes the enjoyment; it is its appointed consummation. It’s not out of compliment that lovers keep on telling one another how beautiful they are, the delight is incomplete till it is expressed.

  • George Orwell

    England is perhaps the only great country whose intellectuals are ashamed of their own nationality. In left-wing circles it is always felt that there is something slightly disgraceful in being an Englishman and that it is a duty to snigger at every English institution, from horse racing to suet puddings. It is a strange fact, but it is unquestionably true that almost any English intellectual would feel more ashamed of standing to attention during “God save the King” than of stealing from a poor box.

  • C S Lewis

    Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.

  • Tony Blair

    The election in 2015 could be one in which a traditional left-wing party competes with a traditional right-wing party, with the traditional result

  • Richie Benaud

    on leadership:

    I think there are two aspects of it, I think it needs to be 90% luck and 10% skill but I give you a very strict warning don’t try it without the skill.

  • C S Lewis

    Prosperity knits a man to the world. He feels that he is finding his place in it, while really it is finding its place in him.

  • Robert Burns

    On Commissary Goldie’s Brains

    Lord, to account who dares thee call,
    Or e’er dispute thy pleasure?
    Else why, within so thick a wall,
    Enclose so poor a treasure?

  • Walter Terence Stace

    Religion can get on with any sort of astronomy, geology, biology, physics. But it cannot get on with a purposeless and meaningless universe. If the scheme of things is purposeless and meaningless, then the life of man is purposeless and meaningless too. Everything is futile, all effort is in the end worthless. A man may, of course, still pursue disconnected ends, money, fame, art, science, and may gain pleasure from them. But his life is hollow at the center. Hence the dissatisfied, disillusioned, restless, spirit of modern man.

  • Mother Teresa (based on a text by Dr Kent Keith)

    People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.
    If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.
    If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies. Succeed anyway.
    If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you. Be honest and sincere anyway.
    What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight. Create anyway.
    If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous. Be happy anyway.
    The good you do today, will often be forgotten. Do good anyway.
    Give the best you have, and it will never be enough. Give your best anyway.
    In the final analysis, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.

  • Monsignor Ronald Knox

    The 10 Rules of Detective Fiction

    1. The criminal must be someone mentioned in the early part of the story, but must not be anyone whose thoughts the reader has been allowed to follow.
    2. All supernatural or preternatural agencies are ruled out as a matter of course.
    3. Not more than one secret room or passage is allowable.
    4. No hitherto undiscovered poisons may be used, nor any appliance which will need a long scientific explanation at the end.
    5. No Chinaman must figure in the story.
    6. No accident must ever help the detective, nor must he ever have an unaccountable intuition which proves to be right.
    7. The detective must not himself commit the crime.
    8. The detective must not light on any clues which are not instantly produced for the inspection of the reader.
    9. The stupid friend of the detective, the Watson, must not conceal any thoughts which pass through his mind; his intelligence must be slightly, but very slightly, below that of the average reader.
    10. Twin brothers, and doubles generally, must not appear unless we have been duly prepared for them.

  • Christopher Tolkien

    Tolkien has become a monster, devoured by his own popularity and absorbed into the absurdity of our time. The chasm between the beauty and seriousness of the work, and what it has become, has overwhelmed me. The commercialization has reduced the aesthetic and philosophical impact of the creation to nothing. There is only one solution for me: to turn my head away.

  • Avril Anderson

    Drop English earth on him beneath
    Do our sons; and their sons bequeath
    His glories and our pride and grief
    At Bladon.

    For Lionheart that lies below
    That feared not toil nor tears nor foe.
    Let the oak stand tho’ tempests blow
    At Bladon.

    So Churchill sleeps, yet surely wakes
    Old Warrior where the morning breaks
    On sunlit uplands. But the heart aches
    At Bladon.

  • Adam Smith

    People of the same trade seldom meet together, even for merriment and diversion, but the conversation ends in a conspiracy against the public, or in some contrivance to raise prices.

  • E E Cummings

    be of love(a little)
    More careful
    Than of everything
    guard her perhaps only
    A trifle less
    (merely beyond how very)
    closely than
    Nothing,remember love by
    frequent
    anguish(imagine
    Her least never with most
    memory)give entirely each
    Forever its freedom
    (Dare until a flower,
    understanding sizelessly
    sunlight
    Open what thousandth why
    and
    discover laughing)

  • Frank Johnson

    “Stravinsky (I think) said, in a most elaborate jibe, that ‘Richard Strauss is the Puccini of music’. Well, James Callaghan is the Harold Wilson of politics.”

  • Robert Burns

    Be Britain still to Britain true,
    Among ourselves united;
    For never but by British hands
    Must British wrongs be righted!

  • Crispin’s Razor

    In any argument every time the word “clearly” is used apply the following definition.

    Clearly: (adverb) an incantation uttered in the hope that a reader or listener will not notice that, whilst the truth of the statement that follows it is essential to case being posited, there is in fact no evidence for the truth of that statement nor does it follow logically from any premise already established. Synonyms “undoubtedly”, “naturally”.

  • Misunderstanding

    “Your adorable” she texted
    “No YOU’RE adorable” I texted back
    and now she thinks I like her and all I was doing was correcting her English.

  • Steve Jobs (in 1983)

    [Apple’s] strategy is really simple. What we want to do is we want to put an incredibly great computer in a book that you can carry around with you and learn how to use in 20 minutes … and we really want to do it with a radio link in it so you don’t have to hook up to anything and you’re in communication with all of these larger databases and other computers.

  • Milton Friedman

    One of the great mistakes is to judge policies and programs by their intentions rather than their results.

  • H L Mencken

    An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it will also make better soup.

  • Einstein and Chaplin (possibly)

    Einstein: What I most admire about your art, is your universality. You don’t say a word, yet the world understands you.

    Chaplin: It is true but your glory is even greater: The whole world admires you, even though they don’t understand a word of what you say.

  • Sterling Hayden

    To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen, who play with their boats at sea — “cruising,” it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about.

  • Paul Krugman (in 1998)

    The growth of the Internet will slow drastically, as the flaw in “Metcalfe’s law”–which states that the number of potential connections in a network is proportional to the square of the number of participants–becomes apparent: most people have nothing to say to each other! By 2005 or so, it will become clear that the Internet’s impact on the economy has been no greater than the fax machine’s.

  • Francis Bacon

    Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematics, subtle; natural philosophy, deep; morals, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend.

  • C S Lewis

    The sun looks down on nothing half so good as a household laughing together over a meal.

  • Tim Harford

    As human freedoms go, the freedom to take your custom elsewhere is not a grand or noble one – but neither is it one that we should abandon without a fight.

  • T S Eliot

    Words strain,
    Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
    Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
    Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
    Will not stay still.

  • T E Lawrence

    All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible. This I did.

  • Tony Benn

    If one meets a powerful person – Rupert Murdoch, perhaps, or Joe Stalin or Hitler – one can ask five questions: what power do you have; where did you get it; in whose interests do you exercise it; to whom are you accountable; and, how can we get rid of you? Anyone who cannot answer the last of those questions does not live in a democratic system.

  • Kwesi Brew

    The Mesh

    We have come to the cross-roads
    And I must either leave or come with you.
    I lingered over the choice
    But in the darkness of my doubts
    You lifted the lamp of love
    And I saw in your face
    The road that I should take.

  • C S Lewis

    We are half-hearted creatures,
    fooling about with drink and sex and
    ambition when infinite joy is offered us,
    like an ignorant child who wants to go on
    making mud pies in a slum because he
    cannot imagine what is meant by the offer
    of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily
    pleased.

  • Malcolm Muggeridge

    The only ultimate disaster that can befall us, I have come to realise, is to feel ourselves to be at home here on earth.

  • William Shakespeare

    Cowards die many times before their deaths;
    The valiant never taste of death but once.
    Of all the wonders that I yet have heard.
    It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
    Seeing that death, a necessary end,
    Will come when it will come.

  • Ian Dury

    The Bus Driver’s Prayer

    Our Father,
    Who art in Hendon
    Harrow Road be Thy name
    Thy Kingston come
    Thy Wimbledon
    In Erith as it is in Hendon.
    Give us this day our Berkhamsted
    And forgive us our Westminsters
    As we forgive those who Westminster against us.

    Lead us not into Temple Station
    And deliver us from Ealing,
    For thine is the Kingston
    The Purley and the Crawley,
    For Iver and Iver.
    Crouch End.

  • Thomas Hood

    No sun – no moon!
    No morn – no noon –
    No dawn – no dusk – no proper time of day.
    No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
    No comfortable feel in any member –
    No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
    No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! –
    November!

  • C S Lewis

    The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning

  • Abraham Lincoln

    Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth upon this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle field of that war; we are met to dedicate a portion of it as the final resting place of those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this, but in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground.

    The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or to detract. The world will little note, nor long remember, what we say here; but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us, the living, rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work that they have thus far so nobly carried on. It is rather for us here to be dedicated to the great task remaining before us; that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion; that we here highly resolve that the dead shall not have died in vain. That the nation shall, under God, have a new birth of freedom, and that the government of the people, by the people and for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

  • Ian McMillan

    Lamb’s Conduit Street

    A world in miniature; a universe in a grain of sand.
    You can look from one end and see the other end.
    You couldn’t call it majestic. It isn’t very grand
    And yet I think it’s monumental. A nuanced blend
    Of shops and popups and café’s you can pop in,
    Slip out of carrying coffee that makes everything clear
    And somehow this street quietens the city’s din
    And concentrates the careworn mind to the sheer
    Pleasure of simply walking down a welcoming street
    That asks you to pause, take your time, have a look
    And follow a different, independent, subtle beat.
    Buy a shirt. Buy a croissant. Meet your mate. Buy a book.
    I went there with my son and he turned to me and said
    ‘This is the perfect street. I’ll always live here in my head.’

  • Adam Smith

    The frugality and industry of private people can repair the breaches which the extravagance of government makes in society’s capital.

  • Calvin Coolidge (possibly)

    Women sitting next to him at dinner: Oh Mr President my friend bet me I wouldn’t be able to get you to say three words to me tonight.

    Coolidge: You lose

  • Milton Friedman

    We economists don’t know much, but we do know how to create a shortage. If you want to create a shortage of tomatoes, for example, just pass a law that retailers can’t sell tomatoes for more than two cents per pound. Instantly you’ll have a tomato shortage. It’s the same with oil or gas.

  • Robert Browning

    Meeting at Night

    The grey sea and the long black land;
    And the yellow half-moon large and low;
    And the startled little waves that leap
    In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
    As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
    And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.

    Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
    Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
    A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
    And blue spurt of a lighted match,
    And a voice less loud, thro’ its joys and fears,
    Than the two hearts beating each to each.

  • Elmore Leonard

    10 Rules of Good Writing

    1 Never open a book with weather.
    2 Avoid prologues.
    3 Never use a verb other than “said” to carry dialogue.
    4 Never use an adverb to modify the verb “said” … he admonished gravely.
    5 Keep your exclamation points under control. You are allowed no more than two or three per 100,000 words of prose.
    6 Never use the words “suddenly” or “all hell broke loose.”
    7 Use regional dialect, patois, sparingly.
    8 Avoid detailed descriptions of characters.
    9 Don’t go into great detail describing places and things.
    10 Try to leave out the part that readers tend to skip.

    The most important rule is one that sums up the 10, if it sounds like writing, rewrite it.

  • T S Eliot

    Half the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They don’t mean to do harm — but the harm does not interest them. Or they do not see it, or they justify it because they are absorbed in the endless struggle to think well of themselves.

  • Richard Rohr

    To finally surrender ourselves to healing, we have to have three spaces opened within us – and all at the same time; our opinionated head, our closed down heart, and our defensive and defended body.

  • William Morris (possibly)

    Morris said to have spent much of his time in Paris in the Eiffel tower, painting, sketching, writing and taking many of his meals in its restaurant.

    One of the restaurant staff noticed he was a regular visitor and said, “You are certainly impressed with our Tower, monsieur!”

    “Impressed?!!” said Morris. “This is the only place in Paris where I can avoid seeing the thing!”

  • G K Chesterton

    We have all forgotten what we really are. All that we call common sense and rationality and practicality only means that, for certain dead levels of our life, we forget what we have forgotten. All that we call spirit and art and ecstasy only means that for one awful instant, we remember what we forgot

  • C S Lewis

    True Friendship is the least jealous of loves. Two friends delight to be joined by a third, and three by a fourth.

    successfully tested for at least two further iterations

  • Charles Mackay

    Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one.

  • Margaret Thatcher

    I had applied for a job at Imperial Chemical Industries in 1948 and was called for a personal interview. However I failed to get selected. Many years later, I succeeded in finding out why I had been rejected. The remarks written by the selectors on my application were: “This woman is headstrong, obstinate and dangerously self-opinionated!”

  • Michael Symmons Roberts

    Jairus

    So, God takes your child by the hand
    and pulls her from her deathbed.
    He says: ‘Feed her, she is ravenous.’

    You give her fruits with thick hides
    – pomegranate, cantaloupe –
    food with weight, to keep her here.

    You hope that if she eats enough
    the light and dust and love
    which weave the matrix of her body

    will not fray, nor wear so thin
    that morning sun breaks through her,
    shadowless, complete.

    Somehow this reanimation
    has cut sharp the fear of death,
    the shock of presence. Feed her

    roast lamb, egg, unleavened bread:
    forget the herbs, she has an aching
    fast to break. Sit by her side,

    split skins for her so she can gorge,
    and notice how the dawn
    draws colour to her just-kissed face.

  • Winston Churchill

    On September 28 the fleet came safely to anchor in Pevensey Bay. There was no opposition to the landing. The local “fyrd” had been called out this year four times already to watch the coast, and having, in true English style, come to the conclusion that the danger was past because it had not yet arrived had gone back to their homes.

  • Tom Stoppard

    Milne: No matter how imperfect things are, if you’ve got a free press everything is correctable, and without it everything is concealable.
    Ruth: I’m with you on the free press. It’s the newspapers I can’t stand.

  • Lord Tennyson

    Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and though
    We are not now that strength which in old days
    Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
    One equal temper of heroic hearts,
    Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
    To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

  • George Macdonald

    That is always the way with you men; you believe nothing the first time; and it is foolish enough to let mere repetition convince you of what you consider in itself unbelievable.

  • Dietrich Bonhoeffer

    It is much easier for me to imagine a praying murderer, a praying prostitute, than a vain person praying. Nothing is so odds with prayer as vanity

  • Once removed

    Show this bold Prussian that praises slaughter, slaughter brings rout.

    becomes

    How his old Russian hat raises laughter, laughter rings out.

  • Charles Handy

    The McNamara Fallacy

    The first step is to measure whatever can be easily measured. This is OK as far as it goes.

    The second step is to disregard that which can’t be easily measured or to give it an arbitrary quantitative value. This is artificial and misleading.

    The third step is to presume that what can’t be measured easily really isn’t important. This is blindness.

    The fourth step is to say that what can’t be easily measured really doesn’t exist. This is suicide.

  • Gustave Flaubert

    Language is a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long to move the stars to pity.

  • Thomas Traherne

    News from a foreign country came
    As if my treasure and my wealth lay there;
    So much it did my heart inflame,
    ‘Twas wont to call my Soul into mine ear;
    Which thither went to meet
    The approaching sweet,
    And on the threshold stood
    To entertain the unknown Good.
    It hover’d there
    As if ‘twould leave mine ear,
    And was so eager to embrace
    The joyful tidings as they came,
    ‘Twould almost leave its dwelling-place
    To entertain that same.

  • C S Lewis

    Adherents of Xmas are exhausted and overextended but Christmas worshipers are joyful. Are you rushing or feasting?

  • C. S. Lewis

    It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies.

  • Yehuda Amichai

    The Place Where We Are Right

    From the place where we are right
    Flowers will never grow
    In the spring.

    The place where we are right
    Is hard and trampled
    Like a yard.

    But doubts and loves
    Dig up the world
    Like a mole, a plow.
    And a whisper will be heard in the place
    Where the ruined
    House once stood.

  • John Rogers

    There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year-old’s life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves orcs.

  • Hugh Kingsmill

    The well-to-do do not want the poor to suffer. They wish them to be as happy as is consistent with the continued prosperity of the well-to-do.

  • Tom Stoppard

    (from his television adaption of Ford Madox Ford’s Parade’s End)

    A flat in Holborn! I couldn’t have imagined anything more humiliating!

  • G K Chesterton

    …the reason why the lives of the rich are at bottom so tame and uneventful is simply that they can choose the events. They are dull because they are omnipotent. They fail to feel adventures because they can make the adventures. The thing which keeps life romantic and full of fiery possibilities is the existence of these great plain limitations which force all of us to meet the things we do not like or do not expect.

  • Woody Guthrie

    This song is Copyrighted in U.S., under Seal of Copyright #154085, for a period of 28 years, and anybody caught singin’ it without our permission, will be mighty good friends of ourn, cause we don’t give a dern. Publish it. Write it. Sing it. Swing to it. Yodel it. We wrote it, that’s all we wanted to do.

  • Engraved

    Nikainetos, third century BC

    I am the grave of Biton, traveller:
    If from Torone to Amphipolis you go
    Give Nicagoras this message: his one son
    Died in a storm, in early winter, before sunrise.

  • Of John Wycliffe

    The Avon to the Severn runs,
    The Severn to the sea,
    And Wycliffe’s dust shall spread abroad,
    Wide as the waters be.

    50 years after his death Wycliffe, who instigated the first full translation of the bible into English, was condemned for heresy and his body was dug up, his bones burned and his ashes poured into the river Avon

  • The English Lesson

    We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes;
    But the plural of ox should be oxen not oxes.
    One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
    Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.

    You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
    But the plural of house is houses, not hice.
    If the plural of man is always called men,
    Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?

    If I spoke of my foot and showed you my feet,
    When I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
    If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
    Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?

    If the singular is this, and the plural is these,
    Why shouldn’t the plural of kiss be kese?
    Then one may be that, and three would be those,
    Yet the plural of hat would never be hose.

    We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
    But though we say mother, we never say methren.
    So plurals in English, I think you’ll agree,
    Are indeed very tricky–singularly.

  • E F Schumacher

    Once you have a formula and an electronic computer, there is an awful temptation to squeeze the lemon until it is dry and present a picture of the future which through its very precision and verisimilitude carries conviction. Yet a man who uses an imaginary map, thinking it a true one, is likely to be worse off than someone with no map at all; for he will fail to inquire wherever he can, to observe every detail on his way, and to search continuously with all his senses and all his intelligence for indications of where he should go.

  • Michael Johnson

    I didn’t have a pre-race ritual, only a post race one – I stood on a podium and someone put a medal around my neck.

  • From the funeral of Otto Von Habsburg

    The following traditional Habsburg entombment “knocking” ceremony took place at the door of Vienna’s Capuchin Friary after the funeral followed of Otto Von Habsburg.

    FIRST KNOCK

    Capuchin Friar : “Who desires admission?”

    Leader of funeral party: “Otto of Austria, former Crown Prince of Austria-Hungary, Prince Royal of Hungary, Croatia and Bohemia, of Dalmatia, Croatia, Slavonia, Galicia, Lodomeria and Illyria; Grand Duke of Tuscany and Cracow; Duke of Lorraine, Salzburg, Styria, Carinthia, Carniola and Bukowina; Grand Prince of Transylvania, Margrave of Moravia; Duke of Upper and Lower Silesia, Modena, Parma, Piacenza and Guastalla, of Osweicim and Zator, of Teschen, Friaul, Dubrovnik and Zadar; Princely Count of Habsburg and Tyrol, of Kyburg, Gorizia and Gradisca; Prince of Trento and Brixen; Margrave of Upper and Lower Lusatia and Istria: Count of Hohenems, Feldkirch, Bregenz, Sonnenburg; Lord of Trieste, Kotor and Windic March; Grand Voivod of the Voivodship of Serbia”

    Friar : “We do not know him!”

    SECOND KNOCK

    Friar : “Who desires admission?”

    Leader : “Dr Otto von Habsburg; President and Honorary President of the Pan-European Union; Member and Father of the House of the European Parliament; Holder of honorary doctorates from countless universities and freeman of many communities in Central Europe; Member of numerous noble academies and institutes; Bearer of high and highest awards, decorations and honours of church and state made to him in recognition of his decade-long struggle for the freedom of peoples, for right and justice.”

    Friar: “We do not know him!”

    THIRD KNOCK

    Friar : “Who desires admission?”

    Leader : “Otto — a mortal, sinful man!”

    Friar: “Let him be admitted.”

  • Fred Perry

    casual comment made within hearing of his opponent in the changing room before a big final

    I wouldn’t want to be playing me today.

  • Matthew Parris

    We have been living beyond our means. We have been paying ourselves more than our efforts were earning. We sought political leaders who would assure us that the good times would never end and that the centuries of boom and bust were over; and we voted for those who offered that assurance. We sought credit for which we had no security and we gave our business to the banks that advertised it. We wanted higher exam grades for our children and were rewarded with politicians prepared to supply them by lowering exam standards. We wanted free and better health care and demanded chancellors who paid for it without putting up our taxes. We wanted salacious stories in our newspapers and bought the papers that broke the rules to provide them. And now we whimper and snarl at MPs, bankers and journalists. Fair enough, my friends, but, you know, we really are all in this together.

  • Bruce Cockburn

    I’ve been scraping little shavings off my ration of light
    And I’ve formed it into a ball, and each time I pack a bit more onto it
    I make a bowl of my hands and I scoop it from its secret cache
    Under a loose board in the floor
    And I blow across it and I send it to you
    Against those moments when
    The darkness blows under your door

    Isn’t that what friends are for?

  • xkcd

    (an unmatched left parenthesis creates a unresolved tension that will stay with you all day

  • Duke of Wellington

    A message to the Foreign Office from Central Spain, August 1812

    Gentlemen,

    Whilst marching from Portugal to a position which commands the approach to Madrid and the French forces, my officers have been diligently complying with your requests which have been sent by H.M. ship from London to Lisbon and thence by dispatch to our headquarters.

    We have enumerated our saddles, bridles, tents and tent poles, and all manner of sundry items for which His Majesty’s Government holds me accountable. I have dispatched reports on the character, wit, and spleen of every officer. Each item and every farthing has been accounted for, with two regrettable exceptions for which I beg your indulgence.

    Unfortunately the sum of one shilling and ninepence remains unaccounted for in one infantry battalion’s petty cash and there has been a hideous confusion as the number of jars of raspberry jam issued
    to one cavalry regiment during a sandstorm in western Spain. This reprehensible carelessness may be related to the pressure of circumstance, since we are at war with France, a fact which may come
    as a bit of a surprise to you gentlemen in Whitehall.

    This brings me to my present purpose, which is to request elucidation of my instructions from His Majesty’s Government so that I may better understand why I am dragging an army over these barren plains. I
    construe that perforce it must be one of two alternative duties, as given below. I shall pursue either one with the best of my ability, but I cannot do both:

    1. To train an army of uniformed British clerks in Spain for the benefit of the accountants and copy-boys in London or perchance,

    2. To see to it that the forces of Napoleon are driven out of Spain.

    Your most obedient servant

    Wellington

  • Emily Dickinson

    This World is not Conclusion.

    This World is not Conclusion.
    A Species stands beyond —
    Invisible, as Music —
    But positive, as Sound —
    It beckons, and it baffles —
    Philosophy — don’t know —
    And through a Riddle, at the last —
    Sagacity, must go —
    To guess it, puzzles scholars —
    To gain it, Men have borne
    Contempt of Generations
    And Crucifixion, shown —
    Faith slips — and laughs, and rallies —
    Blushes, if any see —
    Plucks at a twig of Evidence —
    And asks a Vane, the way —
    Much Gesture, from the Pulpit —
    Strong Hallelujahs roll —
    Narcotics cannot still the Tooth
    That nibbles at the soul —

  • Muphry’s Law

    1.if you write anything criticising editing or proofreading, there will be a fault in what you have written;

    2.if an author thanks you in a book for your editing or proofreading, there will be mistakes in the book;

    3.the stronger the sentiment in (a) and (b), the greater the fault; and

    4.any book devoted to editing or style will be internally inconsistent.

  • Themistocles

    to his son

    For the Athenians command the rest of Greece, I command the Athenians; your mother commands me, and you command your mother.

  • Admiral John Jervis

    On the prospects of the a French invasion during the Napoleonic wars.

    I do not say they cannot come – I only say they cannot come by sea.

  • Max Planck

    I regard consciousness as fundamental. I regard matter as derivative from consciousness. We cannot get behind consciousness. Everything that we talk about, everything that we regard as existing, postulates consciousness.

  • John Betjeman

    In A Bath Teashop

    “Let us not speak, for the love we bear one another —
    Let us hold hands and look.”
    She such a very ordinary little woman;
    He such a thumping crook;
    But both, for a moment, little lower than the angels
    In the teashop’s ingle-nook.

  • Igor Stravinsky

    Harpists spend 90% of their time tuning their harps and 10% playing out of tune.

    This is a great metaphor – I just haven’t worked out what for!

  • Philip Larkin

    New Year Poem

    Tomorrow in the offices the year on the stamps will be altered;
    Tomorrow new diaries consulted, new calendars stand;
    With such small adjustments life will again move forward
    Implicating us all; and the voice of the living be heard:
    “It is to us that you should turn your straying attention;
    Us who need you, and are affected by your fortune;
    Us you should love and to whom you should give your word.”

    31 December 1940

  • C S Lewis

    “Always winter and never Christmas; think of that.” said Tumnus. “How awful!” said Lucy.

  • Christopher Hitchens

    Owners of dogs will have noticed that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they will think you are god. Whereas owners of cats are compelled to realise that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they draw the conclusion that they are gods.

  • Vaclav Havel

    As soon as man began considering himself the source of the highest meaning in the world and the measure of everything, the world began to lose its human dimension, and man began to lose control of it.

  • T S Eliot

    We shall not cease from exploration
    And the end of all our exploring
    Will be to arrive where we started
    And know the place for the first time

  • E E Cummings

    A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.

  • Ellen Sturgis Hooper

    I slept, and dreamed that life was Beauty;
    I woke, and found that life was Duty.
    Was thy dream then a shadowy lie?
    Toil on, poor heart, unceasingly;
    And thou shalt find thy dream to be
    A truth and noonday light to thee.

  • Oscar Wilde

    “?”

    Single letter telegram sent by Wilde from Paris to his publisher in Britain inquiring how his new book was doing.

    The publisher cabled an, arguably, marginally briefer reply:

    “!”

  • Clement Freud

    Clement Freud (grandson of Sigmund) was visiting China as part of a parliamentary delegation with Winston Churchill MP and he asked of the authorities…

    “I am in your country with a colleague, than whom I am older, have been in parliament longer, have held higher positions in our respective political parties: we are both staying at the Peking Palace Hotel and his suite is bigger than mine. Why?”

    The Minister, very embarrassed, finally said: “It is because Mr Churchill had a famous grandfather.”

    Clement reflected that “It is the only time that I have been out-grandfathered.”

  • Thomas Treherne

    Till you can sing and rejoice and delight in God, as misers do in gold, and Kings in sceptres, you never enjoy the world.

  • Jorge Luis Borges

    Any time something is written against me, I not only share the sentiment but feel I could do the job far better myself. Perhaps I should advise would-be enemies to send me their grievances beforehand, with full assurance that they will receive my every aid and support. I have even secretly longed to write, under a pen name, a merciless tirade against myself.

  • G K Chesterton

    Rossetti makes the remark somewhere, bitterly but with great truth, that the worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank.

  • Walter Miller Jr

    (in slightly different words previously incorrectly attributed to C S Lewis)

    You don’t have a soul, Doctor. You are a soul. You have a body, temporarily.

  • Niels Bohr

    There is no quantum world. There is only an abstract physical description. It is wrong to think that the task of physics is to find out how nature is. Physics concerns what we can say about nature…

  • C S Lewis

    Most political sermons teach the congregation nothing except what newspapers are taken at the Rectory

  • John Steinbeck

    Man, unlike anything organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments.

  • William Butler Yeats

    Sailing To Byzantium

    That is no country for old men. The young
    In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
    —Those dying generations—at their song,
    The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
    Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
    Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
    Caught in that sensual music all neglect
    Monuments of unageing intellect.

    An aged man is but a paltry thing,
    A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
    Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
    For every tatter in its mortal dress,
    Nor is there singing school but studying
    Monuments of its own magnificence;
    And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
    To the holy city of Byzantium.

    O sages standing in God’s holy fire
    As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
    Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
    And be the singing-masters of my soul.
    Consume my heart away; sick with desire
    And fastened to a dying animal
    It knows not what it is; and gather me
    Into the artifice of eternity.

    Once out of nature I shall never take
    My bodily form from any natural thing,
    But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
    Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
    To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
    Or set upon a golden bough to sing
    To lords and ladies of Byzantium
    Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

  • Emma Rounds

    ‘Twas Euclid, and the theorem pi
    Did plane and solid in the text,
    All parallel were the radii,
    And the ang-gulls convex’d.

    “Beware the Wentworth-Smith, my son,
    And the Loci that vacillate;
    Beware the Axiom, and shun
    The faithless Postulate.”

    He took his Waterman in hand;
    Long time the proper proof he sought;
    Then rested he by the XYZ
    And sat awhile in thought.

    And as in inverse thought he sat
    A brilliant proof, in lines of flame,
    All neat and trim, it came to him,
    Tangenting as it came.

    “AB, CD,” reflected he–
    The Waterman went snicker-snack–
    He Q.E.D.-ed, and, proud indeed,
    He trapezoided back.

    “And hast thou proved the 29th?
    Come to my arms, my radius boy!
    O good for you! O one point two!”
    He rhombused in his joy.

    ‘Twas Euclid, and the theorem pi
    Did plane and solid in the text;
    All parallel were the radii,
    And the ang-gulls convex’d.

  • Precise Tweet

    @JamieFro: Someone recently told me: “We’d have less arguments if you weren’t so pedantic”. I replied, “Don’t you mean ‘fewer’?”

  • Immanuel Kant

    … skepticism is a resting place for reason, … but it cannot be its permanent dwelling-place.

  • Martin Gardner

    The last level of metaphor in the Alice books is this: that life, viewed rationally and without illusion, appears to be a nonsense tale told by an idiot mathematician. At the heart of things science finds only a mad, never-ending quadrille of Mock Turtle Waves and Gryphon Particles. For a moment the waves and particles dance in grotesque, inconceivably complex patterns capable of reflecting on their own absurdity.

  • Samuel Beckett

    I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.

  • Will Durant

    One of the lessons of history is that nothing is often a good thing to do and always a clever thing to say.

  • Milton Friedman

    Only a crisis – actual or perceived – produces real change. When that crisis occurs, the actions that are taken depend on the ideas that are lying around. That, I believe, is our basic function: to develop alternatives to existing policies, to keep them alive and available until the politically impossible becomes the politically inevitable.

  • Henry Thomas Buckle

    on playing chess against a slow playing opponent

    The slowness of genius is hard to bear, but the slowness of mediocrity is intolerable.

  • Joseph Pulitzer

    Put it before them briefly so they will read it, clearly so they will appreciate it, picturesquely so they will remember it and, above all, accurately so they will be guided by its light.

  • Matt Harvey

    Where Earwigs Dare

    A silver trail across the monitor;
    fresh mouse-droppings beneath the swivel-chair;
    the view obscured by rogue japonica.
    Released into the wild, where earwigs dare –

    you first went freelance – and then gently feral.
    You worked from home – then wandered out again,
    roughed it with spider, ant, shrew, blackbird, squirrel
    in your won realm, your micro-Vatican.

    No name conveys exactly what it is –
    Chalet? Gazebo? You were not misled
    by studios, snugs, garden offices,
    workshops or outhouses. A shed’s a shed –

    and proud of it. You wouldn’t want to hide it.
    Wi-Fi-enabled rain-proof wooden box –
    a box to sit in while you think outside it.
    Self-rattling cage, den, poop-deck, paradox,

    hutch with home-rule, cramped cubicle of freedom,
    laboratory, thought-palace, bodger’s bower,
    plot both to sow seeds and to go to seed in,
    cobwebbed, Cuprinol-scented, Seat of Power.

  • Karl Popper

    The game of science is, in principle, without end. He who decides one day that scientific statements do not call for any further test, and that they can be regarded as finally verified, retires from the game.

  • Friedrich Hayek

    Liberty is an opportunity for doing good, but this is only so when it is also an opportunity for doing wrong.

  • Honest Epitaph

    Epitaph of Sir John Strange, Master of the Rolls, who died, at the age of fifty-eight, in 1754.

    Here lies an honest lawyer,–
    that is Strange.

    found here

  • Jules Henri Poincaré

    Thinking must never submit itself, neither to a dogma, nor to a party, nor to a passion, nor to an interest, nor to a preconceived idea, nor to whatever it may be, if not to facts themselves, because, for it, to submit would be to cease to be.

  • A A Milne

    from “King John’s Christmas.”

    Forget about the crackers,
    And forget about the candy;
    I’m sure a box of chocolates
    Would never come in handy;
    I don’t like oranges,
    I don’t want nuts,
    And I HAVE got a pocket-knife
    That almost cuts.
    But, oh! Father Christmas, if you love me at all,
    Bring me a big, red India-rubber ball!

  • Jerry Seinfeld

    What are lawyers really? To me a lawyer is basically the person that knows the rules of the country. We’re all throwing the dice, playing the game, moving our pieces around the board, but if there’s a problem, the lawyer is the only person that has actually read the inside of the top of the box.

  • Integration Limerick

    The Integral of tee-squared dee tee,
    From one to the cube root of three,
    Times half the cosine,
    Of three-pi over nine,
    Is the log of the sixth root of e.

    Equation

  • Bertrand Russell

    Pure mathematics consists entirely of assertions to the effect that, if such and such a proposition is true of anything, then such and such another proposition is true of that thing. It is essential not to discuss whether the first proposition is really true, and not to mention what the anything is, of which it is supposed to be true.

  • John Stanley Purvis

    I can’t forget the lane that goes from Steyning to the Ring
    In summer time, and on the Down how larks and linnets sing
    High in the sun. The wind comes off the sea, and Oh the air!
    I never knew till now that life in old days was so fair.
    But now I know it in this filthy rat infested ditch
    When every shell may spare or kill – and God alone knows which.
    And I am made a beast of prey, and this trench is my lair.
    My God! I never knew till now that those days were so fair.
    So we assault in half an hour, and – it’s a silly thing –
    I can’t forget the narrow lane to Chanctonbury Ring.

  • Søren Kierkegaard

    The truth is a trap: you can not get it without it getting you; you cannot get the truth by capturing it, only by its capturing you.

  • Hal Borland

    Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.

  • Calvin Coolidge – (mis)attributed

    An alledged conversation between the taciturn president and his wife – on being asked by her what the the preacher’s sermon had been about

    Coolidge: Sins.
    Mrs. Coolidge: Well, what did he say about it?
    Coolidge: He was against it.

  • Mark Twain

    The trouble ain’t that there is too many fools, but that the lightning ain’t distributed right.

  • Donald Miller

    …there are some guys who don’t believe in God and they can prove He doesn’t exist, and some other guys who do believe in God and they can prove He does exist, and the argument stopped being about God a long time ago and now it’s about who is smarter.

  • John Wilkes

    Do not ask me, for I am so ignorant that I cannot tell the difference between a king and a knave.

    On being asked to play a table of cards, at a time when he was in dispute with the government and court.

  • Don Paterson (writing as François Aussemain)

    Nothing is ever lost; things only become irretrievable. What is lost, then, is the method of their retrieval, and what we rediscover is not the thing itself, but the overgrown path, the secret staircase, the ancient sewer.

  • Stephen Crane

    Three little birds in a row
    Sat musing.
    A man passed near that place.
    Then did the little birds nudge each other.

    They said, “He thinks he can sing.”
    They threw back their heads to laugh.
    With quaint countenances
    They regarded him.
    They were very curious,
    Those three little birds in a row.

  • Alan Turing

    We can only see a short distance ahead, but we can see plenty there that needs to be done.

  • Samuel Madden

    In an orchard there should be enough to eat, enough to lay up, enough to be stolen, and enough to rot on the ground.

  • Malcolm Muggeridge

    On one of my birthdays I was given a toy printing-set with whose rubber letters I was able to print off my first composition. It was a story of a train going along very fast and, to the satisfaction of the passengers, racing through the samll stations along the track without stopping. Their satisfaction, however, turned to dismay, and then to panic fury, as it dawned on them that it was not going to stop at their stations either when it came to them. They raged and shouted and shook their fists, but all to no avail. The train went roaring on. At the time I had no notion what, if anything, the story signified. […] Yet, as I came to see, and see now more clearly than ever, it is the story I have been writing ever since; the story of our time.

  • H D Thoreau

    If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours … In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness.

  • James Joyce

    People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them up was a bite from a sheep.

  • Charles Harper Webb

    Retreat

    Before she can deliver
    the cruncher,
    I stride away backwards

    My car door opens,
    I fall in
    as the engine fires.

    I speed home in reverse,
    unshave, unshower,
    plop down in my easy chair

    where, picturing what a good
    night it’s going to be,
    I slowly spit up

    a manhattan – dry –
    just the way
    I like it.

  • W H Auden

    I Have No Gun, But I Can Spit

    Some thirty inches from my nose
    The frontier of my Person goes,
    And all the untilled air between
    Is private pagus or demesne.
    Stranger, unless with bedroom eyes
    I beckon you to fraternize,
    Beware of rudely crossing it:
    I have no gun, but I can spit.

  • Giuseppe Peano

    Peano Axioms of the Natural Numbers

    1. 0 is a number.
    2. The immediate successor of a number is also a number.
    3. 0 is not the immediate successor of any number.
    4. No two numbers have the same immediate successor.
    5. Any property belonging to 0 and to the immediate successor of any number that also has that property belongs to all numbers.

  • Charles E Carryl

    The Sleepy Giant

    My age is three hundred and seventy-two,
    And I think, with the deepest regret,
    How I used to pick up and voraciously chew
    The dear little boys whom I met.
    I’ve eaten them raw, in their holiday suits;
    I’ve eaten them curried with rice;
    I’ve eaten them baked, in their jackets and boots,
    And found them exceedingly nice.
    But now that my jaws are too weak for such fare,
    I think it exceedingly rude
    To do such a thing, when I’m quite well aware
    Little boys do not like being chewed.

    And so I contentedly live upon eels,
    And try to do nothing amiss,
    And I pass all the time I can spare from my meals
    In innocent slumber — like this.

  • T E Lawrence

    All men dream: but not equally, Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible. This I did.

  • Philip Larkin

    As I get older I get increasingly impatient of holidays they seem to me to be an entirely feminine conception based on an impotent dislike of every day life and the romantic notion that it will all be better in Frinton or Venice

  • Philip Larkin

    A writer once said to me, If you ever go to America, go either to the East Coast or the West Coast: the rest is a desert full of bigots. That’s what I think I’d like: where if you help a girl trim the Christmas tree you’re regarded as engaged, and her brothers start oiling their shotguns if you don’t call on the minister.

  • Stephen Crane

    A singular disadvantage of the sea lies in the fact that after successfully surmounting one wave you discover that there is another behind it just as important and just as nervously anxious to do something effective in the way of swamping boats.

  • Piet Hein

    Originality

    Original thought
    is a straightforward process.
    It’s easy enough
    when you know what to do.
    You simply combine
    in appropriate doses
    the blatantly false
    and the patently true.

  • Stephen Jay Gould

    Details are all that matters: God dwells there, and you never get to see Him if you don’t struggle to get them right.

  • Matsuo Basho

    The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.

  • George Gamow

    There was a young fellow from Trinity,
    Who took the square root of infinity.
    But the number of digits,
    Gave him the fidgets;
    He dropped Math and took up Divinity.

  • George Bernard Shaw

    A movement which is confined to philosophers and honest men can never exercise any real political influence: there are too few of them. Until a movement shews itself capable of spreading among brigands, it can never hope for a political majority.

  • Piet Hein

    Majority Rule

    His party was the Brotherhood of Brothers,
    and there were more of them than of the others.
    That is, they constituted that minority
    which formed the greater part of the majority.
    Within the party, he was of the faction
    that was supported by the greater fraction.
    And in each group, within each group, he sought
    the group that could command the most support.
    The final group had finally elected
    a triumvirate whom they all respected.
    Now, of these three, two had final word,
    because the two could overrule the third.
    One of these two was relatively weak,
    so one alone stood at the final peak.
    He was: THE GREATER NUMBER of the pair
    which formed the most part of the three that were
    elected by the most of those whose boast
    it was to represent the most of the most
    of most of most of the entire state —
    or of the most of it at any rate.
    He never gave himself a moment’s slumber
    but sought the welfare of the greater number.
    And all people, everywhere they went,
    knew to their cost exactly what it meant
    to be dictated to by the majority.
    But that meant nothing, — they were the minority.

  • John Locke

    That which is static and repetitive is boring. That which is dynamic and random is confusing. In between lies art.

  • Tom Stoppard

    From “The Real Thing”

    ANNIE: You’re jealous of the idea of the writer. You want to keep it sacred, special, not something anybody can do. Some of us have it, some of us don’t. We write, you get written about. What gets you about Brodie is he doesn’t know his place. You say he can’t write like a head waiter saying you can’t come in here without a tie. Because he can’t put words together. What’s so good about putting words together?

    HENRY: It’s traditionally considered advantageous for a writer.

    ANNIE: He’s not a writer. He’s a convict. You’re a writer. You write because you’re a writer. Even you write about something, you have to think up something to write about just so you can keep writing. More well chosen words nicely put together. So what? Why should that be it? Who says?

    HENRY: Nobody says. It just works best.

    ANNIE: Of course it works. You teach a lot of people what to expect from good writing, and you end up with a lot of people saying you write well. Then somebody who isn’t in on the game comes along, like Brodie, who really has something to write about, something real, and you can’t get through it. Well, he couldn’t get through yours, so where are you? To you, he can’t write. To him, write is all you can do.

    HENRY: Jesus, Annie, you’re beginning to appall me. There’s something scary about stupidity made coherent. I can deal with idiots, and I can deal with sensible argument, but I don’t know how to deal with you. Where’s my cricket bat?

    ANNIE: Your cricket bat?

    HENRY: Yes. It’s a new approach. [He heads out into the hall.]

    ANNIE: Are you trying to be funny?

    HENRY: No, I’m serious. [He goes out while she watches in wary disbelief. He returns with an old cricket bat.]

    ANNIE: You better not be.

    HENRY: Right, you silly cow —

    ANNIE: Don’t you bloody dare —

    HENRY: Shut up and listen. This thing here, which looks like a wooden club, is actually several pieces of particular wood cunningly put together in a certain way so that the whole thing is sprung, like a dance floor. It’s for hitting cricket balls with. If you get it right, the cricket ball will travel two hundred yards in four seconds, and all you’ve done is give it a knock like knocking the top off a bottle of stout, and it makes a noise like a trout taking a fly… [He clucks his tongue to make the noise.] What we’re trying to do is to write cricket bats, so that when we throw up an idea and give it a little knock, it might … travel … [He clucks his tongue again and picks up the script.] Now, what we’ve got here is a lump of wood of roughly the same shape trying to be a cricket bat, and if you hit a ball with it, the ball will travel about ten feet and you will drop the bat and dance about shouting Ouch! with your hands stuck into your armpits. This isn’t better because someone says it’s better, or because there’s a conspiracy by the MCC to keep cudgels out of Lords. It’s better because it’s better. You don’t believe me, so I suggest you go out to bat with this and see how you get on. [quoting from the play] You’re a strange boy, Billy, how old are you? Twenty, but I’ve lived more than you’ll ever live. Ooh, ouch! [He drops the script and hops about with his hands in his armpits, going Ouch! ANNIE watches him expressionlessly until he desists.]

    [a few exchanges later]

    HENRY: ……I can’t help somebody who thinks, or thinks he thinks, that editing a newspaper is censorship, or that throwing bricks is a demonstration while building tower blocks is social violence, or that unpalatable statement is provocation while disrupting the speaker is the exercise of free speech… Words don’t deserve that kind of malarkey. They’re innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they’re no good any more, and Brodie knocks corners off without knowing he’s doing it. So everything he writes is jerry-built. It’s rubbish. An intelligent child could push it over. I don’t think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little or make a poem which children will speak for you when you’re dead.

  • John W Gardner

    An excellent plumber is infinitely more admirable than an incompetent philosopher. The society which scorns excellence in plumbing because plumbing is a humble activity and tolerates shoddiness in philosophy because it is an exalted activity will have neither good plumbing nor good philosophy. Neither its pipes nor its theories will hold water.

  • Wallace Stevens

    Rationalists, wearing square hats,
    Think, in square rooms,
    Looking at the floor,
    Looking at the ceiling.
    They confine themselves
    To right-angled triangles.
    If they tried rhomboids,
    Cones, waving lines, ellipses —
    As, for example, the ellipse of the half-moon —
    Rationalists would wear sombreros.

  • Ernest C. Cowper

    of Elbert Hubbard who died in the sinking of the Lusitania.

    I can not say specifically where your father and Mrs. Hubbard were when the torpedoes hit, but I can tell you just what happened after that. They emerged from their room, which was on the port side of the vessel, and came on to the boat-deck.

    Neither appeared perturbed in the least. Your father and Mrs. Hubbard linked arms — the fashion in which they always walked the deck — and stood apparently wondering what to do. I passed him with a baby which I was taking to a lifeboat when he said, “Well, Jack, they have got us. They are a damn sight worse than I ever thought they were.”

    They did not move very far away from where they originally stood. As I moved to the other side of the ship, in preparation for a jump when the right moment came, I called to him, “What are you going to do?” and he just shook his head, while Mrs. Hubbard smiled and said, “There does not seem to be anything to do.”

    The expression seemed to produce action on the part of your father, for then he did one of the most dramatic things I ever saw done. He simply turned with Mrs. Hubbard and entered a room on the top deck, the door of which was open, and closed it behind him.
    It was apparent that his idea was that they should die together, and not risk being parted on going into the water.

  • Aesop

    The fly sat upon the axel-tree of the chariot-wheel and said, What a dust do I raise!

  • Joan Robinson

    The purpose of studying economics is not to acquire a set of ready-made answers to economic questions, but to learn how to avoid being deceived by economists.

  • George Eliot

    An election is coming. Universal peace is declared, and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.

  • Boris Yeltsin

    John Major: “What is the situation like in Russia”

    Boris Yeltsin: “Good”

    John Major: “Could you expand on that”

    Boris Yeltsin: “Not Good”

  • John Maynard Keynes

    Practical men, who believe themselves to be quite exempt from any intellectual influence, are usually the slave of some defunct economist.

  • Linus Pauling

    I have something that I call my Golden Rule. It goes something like this: ‘Do unto others twenty-five percent better than you expect them to do unto you.’ ….. The twenty-five percent is for error.

  • A A Milne

    Daffodowndilly

    She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
    She wore her greenest gown;
    She turned to the south wind
    And curtsied up and down.
    She turned to the sunlight
    And shook her yellow head,
    And whispered to her neighbour:
    “Winter is dead.”

  • Elbert Hubbard

    Literature is the noblest of all the arts. Music dies on the air, or at best exists only as a memory; oratory ceases with the effort; the painter’s colors fade and the canvas rots; the marble is dragged from its pedestal and is broken into fragments.

  • Samuel Butler

    There are more fools than knaves in the world, else the knaves would not have enough to live upon.

  • Willard van Orman Quine

    Nonbeing must in some sense be, otherwise what is it that there is not? This tangled doctrine might be nicknamed Plato’s beard; historically it has proved tough, frequently dulling the edge of Occam’s razor.

  • Stanislaw Ulam

    The mathematicians know a great deal about very little and the physicists very little about a great deal.

  • J B S Haldane

    It seems to me immensely unlikely that mind is a mere by-product of matter. For if my mental processes are determined wholly by the motions of atoms in my brain I have no reason to suppose that my beliefs are true. They may be sound chemically, but that does not make them sound logically. And hence I have no reason for supposing my brain to be composed of atoms.

  • Brian O’Nolan

    “You told me what the first rule of wisdom is,” I said. “What is the second rule?”
    “That can be answered,” he said. “There are five in all. Always ask any questions that are to be asked and never answer any. Turn everything you hear to your own advantage. Always carry a repair outfit. Take left turns as much as possible. Never apply your front brake first…If you follow them,” said the Sergeant, “you will save your soul and you will never get a fall on a slippy road.”

  • Fyodor Dostoevsky

    Every man has some reminiscences which he would not tell to everyone, but only to his friends. He has others which he would not reveal even to his friends, but only to himself, and that in secret. But finally there are still others which a man is even afraid to tell himself, and every decent man has a considerable number of such things stored away. That is, one can even say that the more decent he is, the greater the number of such things in his mind.

  • Wendy Cope

    The Widow

    I like this piece. I think you’d like it too.
    We didn’t very often disagree
    Back in the days when I sat here with you
    And knew that you were coming home with me.
    This is the future. It arrived so fast.
    When we were young it seemed so far away.
    Our years together vanished like a day
    At nightfall, sealed for ever in the past.
    I can’t give up on music, just discard
    The interest we shared because you died.
    And so I come to concerts. But it’s hard.
    Tonight I’m doing well. I haven’t cried.
    My head aches. There’s a tightness in my throat.
    And you will never hear another note.

  • Alexander Pope

    A little Learning is a dang’rous Thing;
    Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian Spring:
    There shallow Draughts intoxicate the Brain,
    And drinking largely sobers us again.
    Fir’d at first Sight with what the Muse imparts,
    In fearless Youth we tempt the Heights of Arts,
    While from the bounded Level of our Mind,
    Short Views we take, nor see the lengths behind,
    But more advanc’d, behold with strange Surprize
    New, distant Scenes of endless Science rise!
    So pleas’d at first, the towring Alps we try,
    Mount o’er the Vales, and seem to tread the Sky;
    Th’ Eternal Snows appear already past,
    And the first Clouds and Mountains seem the last:
    But those attain’d, we tremble to survey
    The growing Labours of the lengthen’d Way,
    Th’ increasing Prospect tires our wandering Eyes,
    Hills peep o’er Hills, and Alps on Alps arise!

  • E B White

    A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer… He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.

  • Ernest Hemingway

    That is what we are supposed to do when we are at our best — make it all up — but make it up so truly that later it will happen that way.

  • Robert A Heinlein

    Take sides! Always take sides! You will sometimes be wrong — but the man who refuses to take sides must always be wrong.

  • Wendy Cope

    Cathedral Carol Service

    Those of us who are not important enough
    To have places reserved for us
    And who turned up too late to get a seat at all,
    Stand in the nave aisles, or perch on stone ledges.

    We shiver in the draught from the west door.
    We cannot see the choir, the altar or the candles.
    We can barely see the words on our service sheets.

    But we can hear the music. And we can sing
    For the baby whose parents were not important enough
    To have a place reserved for them,
    And who turned up too late to get a room at all.

  • G K Chesterton

    A Christmas Carol

    The Christ-child lay on Mary’s lap,
    His hair was like a light.
    (O weary, weary were the world,
    But here is all aright.)

    The Christ-child lay on Mary’s breast
    His hair was like a star.
    (O stern and cunning are the kings,
    But here the true hearts are.)

    The Christ-child lay on Mary’s heart,
    His hair was like a fire.
    (O weary, weary is the world,
    But here the world’s desire.)

    The Christ-child stood on Mary’s knee,
    His hair was like a crown,
    And all the flowers looked up at Him,
    And all the stars looked down

  • Charles Dickens

    I’Yo Ho! my boys,” said Fezziwig. “No more work to-night! Christmas Eve, Dick! Christmas, Ebenezer! Let’s have the shutters up!” cried old Fezziwig with a sharp clap of his hands, “before a man can say Jack
    Robinson. . . .”

    “Hilli-ho!” cried old Fezziwig, skipping down from the high desk with wonderful agility. “Clear away, my lads, and let’s have lots of room here! Hilli-ho, Dick! Cheer-up, Ebenezer!”

    Clear away! There was nothing they wouldn’t have cleared away, or couldn’t have cleared away with old Fezziwig looking on. It was done in a minute. Every movable was packed off, as if it were dismissed from public life forevermore; the floor was swept and watered, the lamps were trimmed, fuel was heaped upon the fire; and the warehouse was as snug, and warm, and dry, and bright a ballroom as you would desire to
    see on a winter’s night.

    In came a fiddler with a music book, and went up to the lofty desk and made an orchestra of it and tuned like fifty stomach aches. In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile. In came the three Misses Fezziwig, beaming and lovable. In came the six followers whose hearts they broke. In came all the young men and women employed in the business. In came the housemaid with her cousin the baker. In came the cook with her brother’s particular friend the milkman. In came the boy from over the way, who was suspected of not having board enough from his master, trying to hide himself behind the girl from next door but one who was proved to have had her ears pulled by her mistress; in they all came, any-how and every-how. Away they all went, twenty couple at once; hands half round and back again the other way; down the middle and up again; round and round in various stages of affectionate grouping, old top couple always turning up in the wrong place; new top couple starting off again, as soon as they got there; all top couples at last, and not a bottom one to help them.

    When this result was brought about the fiddler struck up “Sir Roger de Coverley.” Then old Fezziwig stood out to dance with Mrs. Fezziwig. Top couple, too, with a good stiff piece of work cut out for them; three or four and twenty pairs of partners; people who were not to be trifled with; people who would dance and had no notion of walking.

    But if they had been thrice as many, oh, four times as many, old Fezziwig would have been a match for them, and so would Mrs. Fezziwig. As to her, she was worthy to be his partner in every sense of the term. If that’s not high praise, tell me higher and I’ll use it. A positive light appeared to issue from Fezziwig’s calves. They shone in every part of the dance like moons. You couldn’t have predicted at any given time what would become of them next. And when old Fezziwig and Mrs. Fezziwig had gone all through the dance, advance and retire; both hands to your partner, bow and courtesy, corkscrew, thread the needle, and back again to your place; Fezziwig cut so deftly that he appeared to wink with his legs, and came upon his feet again with a stagger.

    When the clock struck eleven the domestic ball broke up. Mr. and Mrs. Fezziwig took their stations, one on either side of the door, and shaking hands with every person individually, as he or she went out, wished him or her a Merry Christmas!.

  • G K Chesterton

    Many clever men like you have trusted to civilization. Many clever Babylonians, many clever Egyptians, many clever men at the end of Rome. Can you tell me, in a world that is flagrant with the failures of civilisation, what there is particularly immortal about yours?

  • I saw…

    I Saw a Peacock, with a fiery tail,
    I saw a Blazing Comet, drop down hail,
    I saw a Cloud, with Ivy circled round,
    I saw a sturdy Oak, creep on the ground,
    I saw a Pismire, swallow up a Whale,
    I saw a raging Sea, brim full of Ale,
    I saw a Venice Glass, Sixteen foot deep,
    I saw a well, full of mens tears that weep,
    I saw their eyes, all in a flame of fire,
    I saw a House, as big as the Moon and higher,
    I saw the Sun, even in the midst of night,
    I saw the man, that saw this wondrous sight.

  • Jean Guitton

    Originality exists in every individual becasue each of us differs from the others. We are all primary numbers divisible only by ourselves.

  • John Milton

    On His Blindness

    When I consider how my light is spent
    Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
    And that one talent which is death to hide
    Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bent
    To serve therewith my Maker, and present
    My true account, lest he returning chide,
    “Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
    I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
    That murmur, soon replies: “God doth not need
    Either man’s work or his own gifts: who best
    Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
    Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
    And post o’er land and ocean without rest:
    They also serve who only stand and wait.”

  • James Bovard

    Democracy must be something more than two wolves and a sheep voting on what to have for dinner.

  • Worst Enemny

    Said of Herbert Morrison: “…he is his own worst enemy” to which Ernest Bevin immediately interjected “Not while I’m alive, he ain’t.”

  • Steven King

    A secret needs two faces to bounce between; a secret needs to see itself in another pair of eyes.

  • John McCrae

    In Flanders Field

    In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    Between the crosses, row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    Scarce heard amid the guns below.

    We are the Dead. Short days ago
    We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
    In Flanders fields.

    Take up our quarrel with the foe:
    To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    If ye break faith with us who die
    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    In Flanders fields.

  • Theodore Zeldin

    The kind of conversation I like is one in which you are prepared to emerge a slightly different person.

  • Piet Hein

    Timing Toast

    Grook on how to char for yourself

    There’s an art of knowing when,
    Never try to guess
    Toast until it smokes and then
    twenty seconds less.

  • Lord Byron

    The Destruction of Sennacherib

    The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
    And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
    And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
    When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
    Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
    That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
    Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
    That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
    For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
    And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
    And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
    And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
    And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
    But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
    And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
    And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
    And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
    With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail:
    And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
    The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
    And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
    And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
    And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
    Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

  • Richard Cecil

    Duties are ours; events are God’s. This removes an infinite burden from the shoulders of a miserable, tempted, dying creature. On this consideration only, can he securely lay down his head, and close his eyes.

  • T E Hulme

    Autumn

    A touch of cold in the Autumn night —

    I walked abroad,
    And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
    Like a red-faced farmer.
    I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
    And round about were the wistful stars
    With white faces like town children.

  • Buckminster Fuller

    You can’t change anything by fighting or resisting it. You change something by making it obsolete through superior methods.

  • Frank Lloyd Wright

    The scientist has marched in and taken the place of the poet. But one day somebody will find the solution to the problems of the world and remember, it will be a poet, not a scientist.

  • Eugene Wilson

    Only the curious will learn and only the resolute overcome the obstacles to learning. The Quest Quotient has always interested me more than the Intelligence Quotient.

  • Robert Southey

    The Old Man’s Comforts

    and how he gained them

    You are old, Father William the young man cried,
    The few locks which are left you are grey;
    You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man,
    Now tell me the reason, I pray.

    In the days of my youth, Father William replied,
    I remember’d that youth would fly fast,
    And abused not my health and my vigour at first,
    That I never might need them at last.

    You are old, Father William, the young man cried,
    And pleasures with youth pass away;
    And yet you lament not the days that are gone,
    Now tell me the reason, I pray.

    In the days of my youth, Father William replied,
    I remember’d that youth could not last;
    I thought of the future, whatever I did,
    That I never might grieve for the past.

    You are old, Father William, the young man cried,
    And life must be hastening away;
    You are cheerful, and love to converse upon death,
    Now tell me the reason, I pray.

    I am cheerful, young man, Father William replied,
    Let the cause thy attention engage;
    In the days of my youth I remember’d my God!
    And He hath not forgotten my age.

  • William Shakespeare

    Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
    Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
    Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing;
    ‘Twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands:
    But he that filches from me my good name
    Robs me of that which not enriches him
    And makes me poor indeed.

  • Virginia Graham

    Hope

    No faith in the hour of betrayal
    No scorning of lions’ jaws,
    No heart of grace in the battle-field,
    No faith in a faithless cause,
    No hope in the days of bondage
    Has ever more valiant shone
    Than the hope that hopes for a taxi,
    When the last bus has gone.

  • G K Chesterton

    Men do not differ much about what things they will call evils; they differ enormously about what evils they will call excusable.

  • Randy Alcorn

    You are the descendant of a tiny cell of primordial protoplasm washed up on an empty beach three and a half billion years ago. You are the blind and arbitrary product of time, chance, and natural forces. You are a mere grab-bag of atomic particles, a conglomeration of genetic substance. You exist on a tiny planet in a minute solar system in an empty corner of a universe. You are a purely biological entity, different only in degree but not in kind from a microbe, virus, or amoeba. You have no essence beyond your body, and at death you will cease to exist entirely. In short you come from nothing and are going to nowhere.

    You are the special creation of a good and all-powerful God. You are created in His image; with capacities to think, feel, and worship that set you above all other life forms. You differ from the animals not simply in degree but in kind. Not only is your kind unique, but you are unique among you kind. Your Creator loves you so much and so intensely desires you companionship and affection that he has a perfect plan for you life. In addition God gave the life of His only son that you might spend eternity with Him. If you are willing to accept his gift of salvation, you can become a child of God.

  • John Keats

    Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someone I do not know.

  • Junius

    In a great business there is nothing so fatal as cunning management.

  • Max Beerbohm

    You cannot make a man by standing a sheep on its hind legs. But by standing a flock of sheep in that position you can make a crowd of men.

  • Douglas Adams

    Anything that is in the world when you’re born is normal and ordinary and is just a natural part of the way the world works. Anything that’s invented between when you’re fifteen and thirty-five is new and exciting and revolutionary and you can probably get a career in it. Anything invented after you’re thirty-five is against the natural order of things.

  • Tom Stoppard

    We shed as we pick up, like travellers who must carry everything in their arms, and what we let fall will be picked up by those behind. The procession is very long and life is very short. We die on the march. But there is nothing outside the march so nothing can be lost to it. The missing plays of Sophocles will turn up piece by piece, or be written again in another language. Ancient cures for diseases will reveal themselves once more. Mathematical discoveries glimpsed and lost to view will have their time again. You do not suppose, my lady, that if all of Archimedes had been hiding in the great library of Alexandria, we would be at a loss for a corkscrew?

  • Jorge Luis Borges

    Instants

    If I could live again my life,
    In the next – I’ll try,
    – to make more mistakes,
    I won’t try to be so perfect,
    I’ll be more relaxed,
    I’ll be more full – than I am now,
    In fact, I’ll take fewer things seriously,
    I’ll be less hygenic,
    I’ll take more risks,
    I’ll take more trips,
    I’ll watch more sunsets,
    I’ll climb more mountains,
    I’ll swim more rivers,
    I’ll go to more places – I’ve never been,
    I’ll eat more ice creams and less (lime) beans,
    I’ll have more real problems – and less imaginary
    ones,
    I was one of those people who live
    prudent and prolific lives –
    each minute of his life,
    Offcourse that I had moments of joy – but,
    if I could go back I’ll try to have only good moments,

    If you don’t know – thats what life is made of,
    Don’t lose the now!

    I was one of those who never goes anywhere
    without a thermometer,
    without a hot-water bottle,
    and without an umberella and without a parachute,

    If I could live again – I will travel light,
    If I could live again – I’ll try to work bare feet
    at the beginning of spring till
    the end of autumn,
    I’ll ride more carts,
    I’ll watch more sunrises and play with more children,
    If I have the life to live – but now I am 85,
    – and I know that I am dying …

  • Prepositions

    What did you bring that book that I don’t want to be read to out of about Down Under up for.

  • E E Cummings

    I begin […] with an almost inconceivable assertion: I was born at home.

    For the benefit of those of you who can’t imagine what the word “home” implies, or what a home could possibly have been like, I should explain that the idea of home is the idea of privacy. But again–what is privacy? You probably never heard of it. Even supposing that (from time to time) walls exist around you, those walls are no longer walls; they are merest pseudosolidities, perpetually penetrated by the perfectly predatory collective organs of sight and sound. Any apparent somewhere which you may inhabit is always at the mercy of a ruthless and omnivorous everywhere. The notion of a house, as one single definite particular and unique place to come into, from the anywhereish and everywhereish world outside–that notion must strike you as fantastic. You have been brought up to believe that a house, or a universe, or a you, or any other object, is only seemingly solid: really (and you are realists, whom nobody and nothing can deceive) each seeming solidity is a collection of large holes–and, in the case of a house, the larger the holes the better; since the principal function of a modern house is to admit whatever might otherwise remain outside. You haven’t the least or feeblest conception of being here, and now, and alone, and yourself. Why (you ask) should anyone want to be here, when (simply by pressing a button) anyone can be in fifty places at once? How could anyone want to be now, when anyone can go whening all over creation at the twist of a knob? What could induce anyone to desire aloneness, when billions of soi-disant dollars are mercifully squandered by a good and great government lest anyone anuywhere should ever for a single instant be alone? As for being yourself–why on earth should you be yourself; when instead of being yourself you can be a hundred, or a thousand, or a hundred thousand thousand, other people? The very thought of being oneself in an epoch or interchangeable selves must appear supremely ridiculous.

  • A P Herbert

    A man who has made up his mind on a given subject twenty-five years ago and continues to hold his political opinions after he has been proved to be wrong is a man of principle; while he who from time to time adapts his opinions to the changing circumstances of life is an opportunist.

  • Rabbi Zusya

    In the world to come, I shall not be asked, “Why were you not Moses?” I shall be asked, “Why were you not Zusya?”

  • Carol Ann Duffy

    Last Post

    In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
    He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

    If poetry could tell it backwards, true, begin
    that moment shrapnel scythed you to the stinking mud…
    but you get up, amazed, watch bled bad blood
    run upwards from the slime into its wounds;
    see lines and lines of British boys rewind
    back to their trenches, kiss the photographs from home-
    mothers, sweethearts, sisters, younger brothers
    not entering the story now
    to die and die and die.
    Dulce- No- Decorum- No- Pro patria mori.
    You walk away.

    You walk away; drop your gun (fixed bayonet)
    like all your mates do too-
    Harry, Tommy, Wilfred, Edward, Bert-
    and light a cigarette.
    There’s coffee in the square,
    warm French bread
    and all those thousands dead
    are shaking dried mud from their hair
    and queuing up for home. Freshly alive,
    a lad plays Tipperary to the crowd, released
    from History; the glistening, healthy horses fit for heroes, kings.

    You lean against a wall,
    your several million lives still possible
    and crammed with love, work, children, talent, English beer, good food.
    You see the poet tuck away his pocket-book and smile.
    If poetry could truly write it backwards,
    then it would.

  • Will Cuppy

    Aristotle taught that the brain exists merely to cool the blood and is not involved in the process of thinking. This is true only of certain persons.

  • Inscription found in a fragment of the Great Wall of China

    1) The Three Good Things
    a) Certainty held in Reserve.
    b) Unexpected Praise from and Artist.
    c) Discovery of Nobility in Oneself.

    2) The Three Bad Things
    a) Unworthiness crowned.
    b) Unconscious Infraction of the the Laws of Behaviour.
    c) Friendly Condescension of the Imperfectly Educated.

    3) The Three Things of both Good and Bad Effect
    a) Triumphant Anger.
    b) Banquets of the Rich.
    c) Honour preserved.

  • C S Lewis

    If there lurks in most modern minds the notion that to desire our own good and earnestly to hope for the enjoyment of it is a bad thing, I submit that this notion has crept in from Kant and the Stoics and is not part of the Christian faith.

    Indeed, if we consider the unblushing promises of reward and the staggering nature of the rewards promised in the Gospels, it would seem that Our Lord finds our desires, not too strong, but too weak.

    We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.

  • W H Auden

    The poet who writes “free” verse is like Robinson Crusoe on his desert island: he must do all his cooking, laundry and darning for himself. In a few exceptional cases, this manly independence produces something original and impressive, but more often the result is squalor – dirty sheets on the unmade bed and empty bottles on the unswept floor.

  • Ambrose Bierce

    In each human heart are a tiger, a pig, an ass and a nightingale. Diversity of character is due to their unequal activity.

  • Clive James

    When we were kids we fought in the mock battle
    With Ned Kelly cap guns and we opened the cold bottle
    Of Shelley’s lemonade with a Scout belt buckle.
    We cracked the passion fruit and sipped the honeysuckle.

    When we were kids we lit the Thundercracker
    Under the fruit tin and we sucked the all day sucker.
    We opened the shoe box to watch the silk-worms spinning
    Cocoons of cirrus with oriental cunning.

    When we were kids we were sun-burned to a frazzle.
    The beach was a griddle, you could hear us spit and sizzle.
    We slept face down when our backs came out in blisters.
    Teachers were famous for throwing blackboard dusters.

    When we were kids we dive-bombed from the tower.
    We floated in the inner tube, we bowled the rubber tyre.
    From torn balloons we blew the cherry bubble.
    Blowing up Frenchies could get you into trouble.

    When we were kids we played at cock-a-lorum.
    Gutter to gutter the boys ran harum-scarum.
    The girls ran slower and their arms and legs looked funny.
    You weren’t supposed to drink your school milk in the dunny.

    When we were kids the licorice came in cables.
    We traded Hubba-Hubba bubblegum for marbles.
    A new connie-agate was a flower trapped in crystal
    Worth just one go with a genuine air pistol.

    When we were kids we threw the cigarette cards
    Against the wall and we lined the Grenadier Guards
    Up on the carpet and you couldn’t touch the trifle
    Your Aunt Marge made to go in the church raffle.

    When we were kids we hunted the cicada.
    The pet cockatoo bit like a barracuda.
    We were secret agents and fluent in pig Latin.
    Gutsing on mulberries made our lips shine like black satin.

    When we were kids we caught the Christmas beetle.
    Its brittle wings were gold-green like the wattle.
    Our mothers made bouquets from frangipani.
    Hard to pronounce, a pink musk-stick cost a penny.

    When we were kids we climbed peppercorns and willows.
    We startled the stingrays when we waded in the shallows.
    We mined the sand dunes in search of buried treasure,
    And all this news pleased our parents beyond measure.

    When we were kids the pus would wet the needle
    When you dug out splinters and a piss was called a piddle.
    The scabs on your knees would itch when they were ready
    To be picked off your self-renewing body.

    When we were kids a year would last forever.
    Then we grew up and were told it was all over.
    Now we are old and the memories returning
    Are like the last stars that fade before the morning.

  • Arthur Rubinstein

    Person in a street near near Carnegie Hall: “Pardon me sir, how do I get to Carnegie Hall?”

    Arthur Rubinstein: “Practice, practice, practice.”

  • Alexander Pope

    I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.

  • Freeman Dyson

    The more I examine the universe and the details of its architecture, the more evidence I find that the universe in some sense must have known we were coming.

  • Horace Mann

    A teacher who is attempting to teach without inspiring the pupil with a desire to learn is hammering cold iron.

  • Edgar Allan Poe

    A Dream

    In visions of the dark night
    I have dreamed of joy departed-
    But a waking dream of life and light
    Hath left me broken-hearted.

    Ah! what is not a dream by day
    To him whose eyes are cast
    On things around him with a ray
    Turned back upon the past?

    That holy dream- that holy dream,
    While all the world were chiding,
    Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
    A lonely spirit guiding.

    What though that light, thro’ storm and night,
    So trembled from afar-
    What could there be more purely bright
    In Truth’s day-star?

  • P G Wodehouse

    He trusted neither of them as far as he could spit, and he was a poor spitter, lacking both distance and control.

  • Henry Ward Beecher

    The difference between perseverance and obstinacy is that one comes from a strong will, and the other from a strong won’t.

  • Edward Thomas

    The Cherry Trees

    The cherry trees bend over and are shedding,
    On the old road where all that passed are dead,
    Their petals, strewing the grass as for a wedding
    This early May morn when there is none to wed.

  • Hegel

    Not curiosity, not vanity, not the consideration of expediency, not duty and conscientiousness, but an unquenchable, unhappy thirst that brooks no compromise leads us to truth.

  • A E Houseman

    Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out … and perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.

  • Oliver Cromwell

    It is high time for me to put an end to your sitting in this place, which you have dishonored by your contempt of all virtue, and defiled by your practice of every vice; ye are a factious crew, and enemies to all good government; ye are a pack of mercenary wretches, and would like Esau sell your country for a mess of pottage, and like Judas betray your God for a few pieces of money.

    Is there a single virtue now remaining amongst you? Is there one vice you do not possess? Ye have no more religion than my horse; gold is your God; which of you have not barter’d your conscience for bribes? Is there a man amongst you that has the least care for the good of the Commonwealth?

    Ye sordid prostitutes have you not defil’d this sacred place, and turn’d the Lord’s temple into a den of thieves, by your immoral principles and wicked practices? Ye are grown intolerably odious to the whole nation; you were deputed here by the people to get grievances redress’d, are yourselves gone!
    So! Take away that shining bauble there, and lock up the doors. In the name of God, go!

  • H L Mencken

    The natural tendency of every government is to grow steadily worse – that is, to grow more satisfactory to those who constitute it and less satisfactory to those who support it.

  • A A Milne

    My spelling is Wobbly. It’s good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places.

  • Anneliese Emmans Dean

    On The Role Of The Next Century’s Poet Laureate

    Poetry!
    Opium of the masses
    Feed their habit
    Feed their habit
    Poetry
    For the working classes
    Let ’em have it
    Let ’em have it
    Poetry
    Raise your champagne glasses
    Chitter chat it
    Chitter chat it
    Poetry
    For the lads and lasses
    Twitter chav it
    Twitter chav it
    Poetry
    With OAP bus passes
    Zimmer jab it
    Zimmer jab it
    Poetry!
    Opium of the masses
    Live it, gab it
    Give it, fab it
    Pitter-pat it
    Tit-for-tat it
    Skit it, scat it
    Brit it, bat it!

  • Anneliese Emmans Dean

    on the appointment of Carol Ann Duffy as Poet Laureate

    Where there is discord, may you bring euphony
    Where there is error, may you bring scansion
    Where there is doubt, may you bring rhyme
    And where there are royal weddings
    May you bring sonnets of sterling sincerity
    (Or, failing that, limericks.)

  • Hilaire Belloc

    The Tiger

    The tiger, on the other hand,
    Is kittenish and mild,
    And makes a pretty playfellow
    For any little child.
    And mothers of large families
    (Who claim to common sense)
    Will find a tiger well repays
    The trouble and expense.

  • Steven Heighton

    Some other Just Ones

    a footnote to Borges

    The printer who sets this page with skill, though he may not admire it.

    Singers of solo expertise who defer and find harmonies instead.

    Anyone whose skeleton is susceptible to music.

    She who, having loved a book or record, instantly passes it on.

    Whose heart lilts at a span of vacant highway, the fervent surge of acceleration, psalm of the tires.

    Adults content to let children bury them in sand or leaves.

    Those for whom sustaining hatred is a difficulty.

    Surprised by tenderness on meeting, at a reunion, the persecutors of their youth.

    Likely to forget debts owed them but never a debt they owe.

    Apt to read Plutarch or Thich Naht Hahn with the urgency of one reading the morning news.

    Frightened ones who fight to keep fear from keeping them from life.

    The barber who, no matter how long the line, will not rush the masterful shave or cut.

    The small-scale makers of precious obscurios – pomegranate spoons, conductors’ batons, harpsichord tuning hammers, War of 1812 re-enactors’ ramrods, hand-cranks for hurdy-gurdies.

    The gradeschool that renewed the brownfields back of the A & P and made them ample miraculous May and June.

    The streetgang that casts no comment as they thin out to let Bob the barking man squawk past them on the sidewalk.

    The two African medical students in Belgrade, 1983, who seeing a traveller lost and broke took him in and fed him rice and beans cooked over a camp stove in their cubicle of a room and let him sleep there while one of them studied all night at the desk between the beds with the lamp swung low.

    Those who sit on front porches, not in fenced privacy, in the erotic inaugural summer night steam.

    Who redeem from neglect a gorgeous, long-orphaned word.

    Who treat dogs with a sincere and comical diplomacy.

    Attempt to craft a decent wine in a desperate climate.

    Clip the chain of consequence by letting others have the last word.

    Master the banjo.

    Are operatically loud in love.

    These people, without knowing it, are saving the world.

  • Boris Johnson

    The mayor of London was asked by an interviewer about “power”:

    Q: Does power corrupt
    A: Power reveals

  • Niccolo Machiavelli

    It ought to be remembered that there is nothing more difficult to take in hand, more perilous to conduct, or more uncertain in its success, than to take the lead in the introduction of a new order of things.

  • a turn of phrase

    of someone’s politics

    …further to the left than the soup spoon

    of a referee, perhaps

    …blinder than a welder’s dog

  • Walt Whitman

    A Clear Midnight

    This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
    Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
    Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou
    lovest best.
    Night, sleep, and the stars.

  • John Peel

    Somebody was trying to tell me that CDs are better than vinyl because they don’t have any surface noise. I said, ‘Listen, mate, “life” has surface noise.’

  • James D Nicoll

    The problem with defending the purity of the English language is that English is about as pure as a cribhouse whore. We don’t just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.

  • Abraham Lincoln

    1831 Business Failled
    1832 Lost job Defeated for state legislature
    1833 Failed in business
    1836 Had nervous breakdown
    1838 Defeated for legislature
    1844 Defeated for Congress
    1846 Defeated for Congress
    1848 Defeated for Congress
    1849 Rejected for land officer
    1855 Defeated for U.S. Senate
    1856 Defeated for nomination for Vice President
    1858 Defeated for U.S. Senate

    1860 Elected President

    Always bear in mind that your own resolution to succeed is more important than any other thing

  • John Donne

    The Sun Rising

    Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
    Why dost thou thus,
    Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?
    Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run?
    Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
    Late school-boys and sour prentices,
    Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,
    Call country ants to harvest offices;
    Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
    Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

    Thy beams so reverend, and strong
    Why shouldst thou think?
    I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
    But that I would not lose her sight so long.
    If her eyes have not blinded thine,
    Look, and to-morrow late tell me,
    Whether both th’ Indias of spice and mine
    Be where thou left’st them, or lie here with me.
    Ask for those kings whom thou saw’st yesterday,
    And thou shalt hear, “All here in one bed lay.”

    She’s all states, and all princes I;
    Nothing else is;
    Princes do but play us ; compared to this,
    All honour’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.
    Thou, Sun, art half as happy as we,
    In that the world’s contracted thus;
    Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
    To warm the world, that’s done in warming us.
    Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
    This bed thy center is, these walls thy sphere.

    Today is the anniversary of John Donne’s death in 1631

  • Clive James

    The book of my enemy has been remaindered
    And I am pleased
    In vast quantities it has been remaindered.

  • Stephen Donaldson

    This you have to understand. There’s only one way to hurt a man who’s lost everything. Give him back something broken.

  • Wole Soyinka

    I said: “A tiger does not proclaim his tigritude, he pounces”. In other words: a tiger does not stand in the forest and say: “I am a tiger”. When you pass where the tiger has walked before, you see the skeleton of the duiker, you know that some tigritude has been emanated there.

  • Jiddu Krishnamurti

    The description is not the described; I can describe the mountain, but the description is not the mountain, and if you are caught up in the description, as most people are, then you will never see the mountain.

  • Christopher Morley

    Printer’s ink has been running a race against gunpowder these many, many years. Ink is handicapped, in a way, because you can blow up a man with gunpowder in half a second, while it may take twenty years to blow him up with a book. But the gunpowder destroys itself along with its victim, while a book can keep on exploding for centuries.

  • E L Doctorow

    It’s like driving a car at night. You never see further than your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.

  • Austin Clarke

    The Planter’s Daughter

    When night stirred at sea
    And the fire brought a crowd in,
    They say that her beauty
    Was music in mouth
    And few in the candlelight
    Thought her too proud,
    For the house of the planter
    Is known by the trees.

    Men that had seen her
    Drank deep and were silent,
    The women were speaking
    Wherever she went –
    As a bell that is rung
    Or a wonder told shyly,
    And O she was the Sunday
    In every week.

  • C S Lewis

    ‘Are the gods not just?’
    ‘Oh no, child. What would become of us if they were?’

  • Paul Dirac

    When I say “Yes”, it does not mean that I agree; it means only that you should go on.

  • Joseph Conrad

    The worst that could be said of him was that he did not represent his class. He was a seaman, but he was a wanderer, too, while most seamen lead, if one may so express it, a sedentary life. Their minds are of the stay-at-home order, and their home is always with them–the ship; and so is their country–the sea.

  • Abraham Lincoln

    Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate, we can not consecrate, we can not hallow, this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us – that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion – that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain – that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom – and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.


    Abraham Lincoln was born 10 score years ago today.

  • Alan Coren

    Apart from cheese and tulips, the main product of the country is advocaat, a drink made from lawyers.

  • William James

    Whenever two people meet, there are really six people present. There is each man as he sees himself, each man as the other person sees him, and each man as he really is.

  • Robert Frost

    Fire and Ice

    Some say the world will end in fire,
    Some say in ice.
    From what I’ve tasted of desire
    I hold with those who favor fire.
    But if it had to perish twice,
    I think I know enough of hate
    To say that for destruction ice
    Is also great
    And would suffice.

  • Charlton Ogburn

    We trained hard . . . but it seemed that every time we were beginning to form up into teams we would be reorganized. I was to learn later in life that we tend to meet any new situation by reorganizing; and a wonderful method it can be for creating the illusion of progress while producing confusion, inefficiency, and demoralization.

  • Hippocrates

    Life is short, art long, opportunity fleeting, experience treacherous, judgment difficult.

  • Percy Bysshe Shelley

    A Dirge

    Rough Wind, that moanest loud
    Grief too sad for song;
    Wild wind, when sullen cloud
    Knells all the night long;
    Sad storm, whose tears are vain,
    Bare woods, whose branches strain,
    Deep caves and dreary main, _
    Wail, for the world’s wrong!

  • Julius H Roscoe Jr

    Serendipity is looking in a haystack for a needle and discovering a farmer’s daughter.


    today is the 200th anniversary of Horace Walpole’s first coining of the word Serendipity

  • Roger Elaine and the Horse

    Let’s say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Elaine.

    He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves.

    They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else. And then, one evening when they’re driving home, a thought occurs to Elaine, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: ”Do you realize that, as of tonight, we’ve been seeing each other for exactly six months?”

    And then there is silence in the car.

    To Elaine, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: Geez, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he’s been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I’m trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn’t want, or isn’t sure of.

    And Roger is thinking: Gosh. Six months.

    And Elaine is thinking: But, hey, I’m not so sure I want this kind of relationship, either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I’d have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily toward . . . I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?

    And Roger is thinking: . . . so that means it was . . . let’s see …February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer’s, which means . . . lemme check the odometer . . . Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.

    And Elaine is thinking: He’s upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I’m reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed — even before I sensed it — that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that’s it. That’s why he’s so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He’s afraid of being rejected.

    And Roger is thinking: And I’m gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don’t carewhat those morons say, it’s still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It’s 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a goddamn garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.

    And Elaine is thinking: He’s angry. And I don’t blame him. I’d be angry, too. God, I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can’t help the way I feel. I’m just not sure.

    And Roger is thinking: They’ll probably say it’s only a 90- day warranty. That’s exactly what they’re gonna say, the scumballs.

    And Elaine is thinking: maybe I’m just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on hiswhite horse, when I’m sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.

    And Roger is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I’ll give them a goddamn warranty. I’ll take their warranty and stick it right up their…. .

    ”Roger,” Elaine says aloud.

    ”What?” asks Roger, startled.

    ”Please don’t torture yourself like this,” she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. ”Maybe I should never have . .Oh God, I feel so…..” (She breaks down, sobbing.)

    ”What?” says Roger.

    ”I’m such a fool,” Elaine sobs.

    ”I mean, I know there’s no knight. I really know that. It’s silly. There’s no knight, and there’s no horse.”

    ”There’s no horse?” says Roger.

    ”You think I’m a fool, don’t you?” Elaine says.

    ”No!” says Roger, glad to finally know the correct answer.

    ”It’s just that . . . It’s that I . . . I need some time,” Elaine says.

    (There is a 15-second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.)

    ”Yes,” he says.

    (Elaine, deeply moved, touches his hand.)

    ”Oh, Roger, do you really feel that way?” she says.

    ”What way?” says Roger.

    ”That way about time,” says Elaine.

    ”Oh,” says Roger. ”Yes.”

    (Elaine turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.)

    ”Thank you, Roger,” she says.

    ”Thank you,” says Roger.

    Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Roger gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a tennis match between two Czechoslovakians he never heard of.

    A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures. it’s better if he doesn’t think about it. (This is also Roger’s policyregarding world hunger.)

    The next day Elaine will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it, either.

    Meanwhile, Roger, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Elaine’s, will pause just before serving, frown, and say: ”Norm, did Elaine ever own a horse?’

  • D H Lawrence

    I like relativity and quantum theories
    Because I don’t understand them
    And they make me feel as if space shifted
    About like a swan that can’t settle
    Refusing to sit still and be measured
    And as if the atom were an impulsive thing
    Always changing its mind.

  • Henry Ford

    Asking “who ought to be the boss” is like asking “who ought to be the tenor in the quartet?” Obviously, the man who can sing tenor.

  • Edgar Alan Poe

    “That is another of your odd notions,” said the Prefect, who had a fashion of calling everything “odd” that was beyond his comprehension, and thus lived amid an absolute legion of “oddities”.

    200th anniversary of Poe’s birth

  • P G Wodehouse

    If the prophet Job were to walk into the room at this moment, I could sit swapping hard-luck stories with him till bedtime.

  • C S Lewis

    You know your lover by looking into their eyes and heart. You know your friends by reading, arguing, praying, playing, speaking, etc. with them.

  • John Agard

    Call alligator long-mouth
    call alligator saw-mouth
    call alligator pushy-mouth
    call alligator scissors-mouth
    call alligator raggedy-mouth
    call alligator bumpy-bum
    call alligator all dem rude word
    but better wait
    ….. till you cross river.

  • Davy Crocket

    I leave this rule for others when I’m dead
    Be always sure you’re right – THEN GO AHEAD!

  • Horatio William Bottomley

    Ending his career as journalist and politician with a 5 year prison sentence for fraud, Bottomley was approached whilst stitching mailbags by a prison visitor who asked him:

    ‘Sewing, Bottomley’

    to which he simply replied:

    ‘No, reaping.’

  • Benjamin Zephaniah

    Talking Turkeys

    Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas
    Cos’ turkeys just wanna hav fun
    Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wicked
    An every turkey has a Mum.
    Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas,
    Don’t eat it, keep it alive,
    It could be yu mate, an not on your plate
    Say, Yo! Turkey I’m on your side.
    I got lots of friends who are turkeys
    An all of dem fear christmas time,
    Dey wanna enjoy it, dey say humans destroyed it
    An humans are out of dere mind,
    Yeah, I got lots of friends who are turkeys
    Dey all hav a right to a life,
    Not to be caged up an genetically made up
    By any farmer an his wife.

    Turkeys just wanna play reggae
    Turkeys just wanna hip-hop
    Can yu imagine a nice young turkey saying,
    ‘I cannot wait for de chop’,
    Turkeys like getting presents, dey wanna watch christmas TV,
    Turkeys hav brains an turkeys feel pain
    In many ways like yu an me.

    I once knew a turkey called – Turkey
    He said “Benji explain to me please,
    Who put de turkey in christmas
    An what happens to christmas trees?”,
    I said “I am not too sure turkey
    But it’s nothing to do wid Christ Mass
    Humans get greedy an waste more dan need be
    An business men mek loadsa cash’.

    Be nice to yu turkey dis christmas
    Invite dem indoors fe sum greens
    Let dem eat cake an let dem partake
    In a plate of organic grown beans,
    Be nice to yu turkey dis christmas
    An spare dem de cut of de knife,
    Join Turkeys United an dey’ll be delighted
    An yu will mek new friends ‘FOR LIFE’.

  • Boris Johnson

    from The Perils of the Pushy Parents

    One Christmas in the usual way
    The school put on a touching play
    To mark Our Lord’s nativity
    Young Molly was enthralled to be
    Elected by her cheering class
    To play the reasr end of the ASS
    ‘What DO you mean?’ cried Molly’s mum.
    ‘They’ve made you act a donkey’s bum?
    How dare they force my little lass
    to imitate as ass’s ass?
    We rather hoped the BBC
    Would hire you as a news trainee.
    And after that it’s our intent
    To shove you into parliament.
    Up the greasy pole – and then
    Propel you into Number 10!
    But as it is your school, God rot ’em.
    Potrays you as some dobbin’s bottom.
    What kind of university
    Wants “donkey bum” on your CV?’
    Before the girl could disabuse her
    Mum had found the show’s producer
    And as a stork devours a frog
    She seized the trembling pedagogue.
    Quite what she whispered in his ear
    I cannot say and yet I fear
    It must have been extremely scary
    He sacked the pupil playing Mary
    And handing her a donkey’s tail
    He hushed her unbelieving wail:
    ‘Can it kiddo, you’re a gonner.
    We’re casting Molly as Madonna!’

  • Kurt Vonnegut

    Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.

  • Gore Vidal

    I am at heart a propagandist, a tremendous hater, a tiresome nag, complacently positive that there is no human problem which could not be solved if people would simply do as I advise.

  • Edmund Burke

    The effect of liberty to individuals is, that they may do what they please: we ought to see what it will please them to do, before we risk congratulations.

  • Arthur Guiterman

    What One Approves, Another Scorns

    What one approves,
    another scorns,
    and thus
    his nature each discloses.
    You find the rosebush
    full of thorns,
    I find the
    thornbush full of roses.

  • Don Paterson

    My obsession with computers (what an infancy they’re in, and how it charms) is a kind of nostalgia for the future. I long to be-half man half-desk.

  • Carl Sandburg

    Dust

    Here is dust remembers it was a rose
    one time and lay in a woman’s hair.
    Here is dust remembers it was a woman
    one time and in her hair lay a rose.
    Oh things one time dust, what else now is it
    you dream and remember of old days?

  • Spike Milligan

    Down the Stream the Swans All Glide

    Down the stream the swans all glide;
    It’s quite the cheapest way to ride.
    Their legs get wet,
    Their tummies wetter:
    I think after all
    The bus is better.

  • Mark Twain

    If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you. This is the principal difference between a dog and a man.

  • Václav Havel

    Hope is definitely not the same thing as optimism. It is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.

  • Horace

    Odes, Book 3, Verse 29: Happy the Man

    Happy the man, and happy he alone,
    He who can call today his own:
    He who, secure within, can say,
    Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
    Be fair or foul or rain or shine
    The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
    Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
    But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

  • F E Smith

    On Winston Churchill

    He has devoted the best years of his life to preparing his impromptu speeches.

  • Carolyn Wells

    The Flute Tutor

    A tooter who tooted a flute
    tried to tutor two tooters to toot.
    Said the two to the tooter,
    “Is it harder to toot, or
    to tutor two tooters to toot?”

  • CzesÅ‚aw MiÅ‚osz

    …poems should be written rarely and reluctantly,
    under unbearable duress and only with the hope
    that good spirits, not evil ones, choose us for their instrument.

  • Speaker Lenthall

    May it please your majesty, I have neither eyes to see nor tongue to speak in this place but as this house is pleased to direct me whose servant I am here; and humbly beg your majesty’s pardon that I cannot give any other answer than this

  • Robertson Davies

    Every man is wise when attacked by a mad dog; fewer when pursued by a mad woman; only the wisest survive when attacked by a mad notion.

  • Roald Dahl

    And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.

  • Sir Harry Vaisey

    A gentleman’s agreement is an agreement which is not an agreement, made between two people neither of whom are gentlemen, whereby each expects the other to be strictly bound without himself being bound at all.

  • Andrew Motion

    Causa Belli

    They read good books, and quote, but never learn
    a language other than the scream of rocket-burn
    Our straighter talk is drowned but ironclad;
    elections, money, empire, oil and Dad.

  • H L Mencken

    his stock reply to angry letters:

    Dear Sir,

    You may be right.

    Sincerely yours,

    H L Mencken

  • James Thurber

    I loathe the expression “What makes him tick.” It is the American mind, looking for simple and singular solution, that uses the foolish expression. A person not only ticks, he also chimes and strikes the hour, falls and breaks and has to be put together again, and sometimes stops like an electric clock in a thunderstorm.

  • Philip Larkin

    Days

    What are days for?
    Days are where we live.
    They come, they wake us
    Time and time over.
    They are to be happy in:
    Where can we live but days?

    Ah, solving that question
    Brings the priest and the doctor
    In their long coats
    Running over the fields.

  • Aristotle

    All human actions have one or more of these seven causes: chance, nature, compulsions, habit, reason, passion, desire.

  • William Thackeray

    To endure is greater than to dare; to tire out hostile fortune; to be daunted by no difficulty; to keep heart when all have lost it; to go through intrigue spotless; to forego even ambition when the end is gained – who can say this is not greatness?

  • Carl Sandburg

    Grass

    Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
    Shovel them under and let me work-
    I am the grass; I cover all.

    And pile them high at Gettysburg
    And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
    Shovel them under and let me work.
    Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
    What place is this?
    Where are we now?

    I am the grass.
    Let me work.

  • Bill Koch

    The secret to winning is very simple: do everything reasonably well and make no mistakes.

  • The (Over) Optimist

    They said that it could not be done:
    With a laugh he went right to it.
    He tackled the thing that couldn’t be done –
    And couldn’t do it.

  • Michael Crichton

    Although knowledge of how things work is sufficient to allow manipulation of nature, what humans really want to know is why things work. Children don’t ask how the sky is blue. They ask why the sky is blue.

  • Jack Prelutsky

    The Diatonic Dittymunch

    The Diatonic Dittymunch plucked music from the air,
    He swallowed scores of symphonies and still had space to spare.
    Sonatas and cantatas slithered sweetly down his throat;
    He made ballads into salads and consumed them note by note.

    He ate marches and mazurkas, he ate rhapsodies and reels,
    Minuets and tarantellas were the staples of his meals.
    But the Diatonic Dittymunch outdid himself one day:
    He ate a three-act opera —
    And LOUDLY passed away.

  • I Ching

    Before the beginning of great brilliance, there must be chaos. Before a brilliant person begins something great, they must look foolish in the crowd.

  • Dylan Thomas

    I hold a beast, an angel and a madman in me, and my enquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their subjugation and victory, downthrow and upheaval, and my effort is their self-expression.

  • Henry David Thoreau

    Our inventions are wont to be pretty toys, which distract our attention from serious things. They are but improved means to an unimproved end, an end which it was already but too easy to arrive at; as railroads lead to Boston or New York. We are in great haste to construct a magnetic telegraph from Maine to Texas; but Maine and Texas, it may be, have nothing important to communicate.

  • Walt Whitman

    The Dalliance of the Eagles

    Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,)
    Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles,
    The rushing amorous contact high in space together,
    The clinching interlocking claws, a living, fierce, gyrating wheel,
    Four beating wings, two beaks, a swirling mass tight grappling,
    In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight downward falling
    Till o’er the river pois’d, the twain yet one, a moment’s lull,
    A motionless still balance in the air, then parting, talons loosing,
    Upward again on slow-firm pinions slanting, their separate diverse flight,
    She hers, he his, pursuing.

  • Hilaire Belloc

    How did the party go in Portman Square?
    I cannot tell you; Juliet was not there.
    And how did Lady Gaster’s party go?
    Juliet was next me and I do not know.

  • Judah Benjamin

    Response when asked how he was able to maintain his substantial income.

    First, I charge a retainer; then I charge a reminder; next I charge a refresher; and then I charge a finisher.

  • Sara Teasdale

    Wild Asters

    In the spring I asked the daisies
    If his words were true,
    And the clever, clear-eyed daisies
    Always knew.

    Now the fields are brown and barren,
    Bitter autumn blows,
    And of all the stupid asters
    Not one knows.

  • Dorothy Parker

    One Perfect Rose

    A single flow’r he sent me, since we met.
    All tenderly his messenger he chose;
    Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet –
    One perfect rose.

    I knew the language of the floweret;
    ‘My fragile leaves,’ it said, ‘his heart enclose.’
    Love long has taken for his amulet
    One perfect rose.

    Why is it no one ever sent me yet
    One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
    Ah no, it’s always just my luck to get
    One perfect rose.

  • John Donne

    Thou art so true that thoughts of you suffice
    To make dreams truths and fables histories

  • Sir Josiah Stamp

    Banking was conceived in iniquity and was born in sin. The Bankers own the Earth. Take it away from them, but leave them the power to create deposits, and with the flick of the pen they will create enough deposits to buy it back again. However, take it away from them, and all the great fortunes like mine will disappear, and they ought to disappear, for this would be a happier and better world to live in. But if you wish to remain the slaves of Bankers and pay the cost of your own slavery, let them continue to create deposits.

    Sir Josiah Stamp was President of the Bank of England and the 2nd richest man in Britain

  • Gerard Manley Hopkins

    Heaven’s Haven

    A nun takes the veil

    I have desired to go
    Where springs not fail,
    To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
    And a few lilies blow.

    And I have asked to be
    Where no storms come,
    Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,
    And out of the swing of the sea.

  • Walter de la Mare

    Autumn

    There is wind where the rose was,
    Cold rain where sweet grass was,
    And clouds like sheep
    Stream o’er the steep
    Grey skies where the lark was.

    Nought warm where your hand was,
    Nought gold where your hair was,
    But phantom, forlorn,
    Beneath the thorn,
    Your ghost where your face was.

    Cold wind where your voice was,
    Tears, tears where my heart was,
    And ever with me,
    Child, ever with me,
    Silence where hope was.

  • Walter Bagehot

    And though the Bank of England certainly do make great advances in time of panic, yet as they do not do so on any distinct principle, they naturally do it hesitatingly, reluctantly, and with misgiving…. ….In fact, to make large advances in this faltering way is to incur the evil of making them without obtaining the advantage. What is wanted and what is necessary to stop a panic is to diffuse the impression, that though money may be dear, still money is to be had. If people could be really convinced that they could have money if they wait a day or two, and that utter ruin is not coming, most likely they would cease to run in such a mad way for money. Either shut the Bank at once, and say it will not lend more than it commonly lends, or lend freely, boldly, and so that the public may feel you mean to go on lending. To lend a great deal, and yet not give the public confidence that you will lend sufficiently and effectually, is the worst of all policies.

  • Albert Einstein

    The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.

  • G K Chesterton

    Before the time of Shakespeare men had grown used to the Ptolemaic astronomy, and since the time of Shakespeare men have grown used to the Copernican astronomy. But poets have never grown used to the stars; and it is their business to prevent anybody else ever growing used to them. And any man who reads for the first time the words, “Night’s candles are burnt out”, catches his breath.

  • Wendy Cope

    Two Cures for Love
    1) Don’t see him. Don’t phone or write a letter.
    2) The easy way: get to know him better.

  • Sophie Hannah

    commissioned by O2 as a romantic txt poem.

    Blank spaces count as characters. It’s true.
    I wasn’t sure. And then I thought of you.

  • C S Lewis

    Disobedience to conscience is voluntary; bad poetry, on the other hand, is usually not made on purpose.

  • Ogden Nash

    One rule which woe betides the banker who fails to heed it …
    Never lend any money to anybody unless they don’t need it.

  • T E Lawrence

    Lady on a hot day in Cairo: “Ninety-two this morning, Colonel Lawrence! Ninety-two. What do you say to that?”

    T E Lawrence: “Many happy returns of the day”

  • W B Yeats

    Sailing to Byzantium

    That is no country for old men. The young
    In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
    – Those dying generations – at their song,
    The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
    Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
    Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
    Caught in that sensual music all neglect
    Monuments of unageing intellect.

    An aged man is but a paltry thing,
    A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
    Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
    For every tatter in its mortal dress,
    Nor is there singing school but studying
    Monuments of its own magnificence;
    And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
    To the holy city of Byzantium.

    O sages standing in God’s holy fire
    As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
    Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
    And be the singing-masters of my soul.
    Consume my heart away; sick with desire
    And fastened to a dying animal
    It knows not what it is; and gather me
    Into the artifice of eternity.

    Once out of nature I shall never take
    My bodily form from any natural thing,
    But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
    Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
    To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
    Or set upon a golden bough to sing
    To lords and ladies of Byzantium
    Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

  • Frank Sidgwick

    The Aeronaut to his Lady

    I
    Through
    Blue
    Sky
    Fly
    To
    You.
    Why ?

    Sweet
    Love,
    Feet
    Move
    So
    Slow !

    a sonnet with only 14 words

    original post incorrectly attributed to Frank’s brother Hugh

  • Henrik Ibsen

    You should never wear your best trousers when you go out to fight for freedom and liberty.

  • Stephen Fry

    It is a cliche that most cliches are true, but then, like most cliches, that cliche is untrue

  • Arthur Symons

    You Remain

    As a perfume doth remain
    In the folds where it hath lain,
    So the thought of you, remaining
    Deeply folded in my brain,
    Will not leave me; all things leave me;
    You remain.

    Other thoughts may come and go
    Other moments I may know,
    That shall waft me, in their going
    As a breath blown to and fro;
    Fragrant memories, fragrant memories
    Come and Go.

    Only thoughts of you remain
    In my heart where they have lain-
    Perfumed thoughts of you, remaining
    A hid sweetness, in my brain.
    Others leave me; all things leave me;
    You remain.

  • Shelley Berman

    A hotel correspondence.

    Dear Maid,

    Please do not leave any more of those little bars of soap in my bathroom since I have brought my own bath-sized Dial. Please remove the six unopened little bars from the shelf under the medicine chest and another three in the shower soap dish. They are in my way.

    Thank you,

    S. Berman
    —–

    Dear Room 635,

    I am not your regular maid. She will be back tomorrow, Thursday, from her day off. I took the 3 hotel soaps out of the shower soap dish as you requested. The 6 bars on your shelf I took out of your way and put on top of your Kleenex dispenser in case you should change your mind. This leaves only the 3 bars I left today which my instructions from the management is to leave 3 soaps daily.

    I hope this is satisfactory.

    Kathy, Relief Maid
    —–

    Dear Maid (I hope you are my regular maid),

    Apparently Kathy did not tell you about my note to her concerning the little bars of soap. When I got back to my room this evening I found you had added 3 little Camays to the shelf under my medicine cabinet. I am going to be here in the hotel for two weeks and have brought my own bath-size Dial so I won’t need those 6 little Camays which are on the shelf. They are in my way when shaving, brushing teeth, etc.

    Please remove them.

    S. Berman
    —–

    Dear Mr. Berman,

    My day off was last Wed. so the relief maid left 3 hotel soaps which we are instructed by the management. I took the 6 soaps which were in your way on the shelf and put them in the soap dish where your Dial was. I put the Dial in the medicine cabinet for your convenience.

    I didn’t remove the 3 complimentary soaps which are always placed inside the medicine cabinet for all new check-ins and which you did not object to when you checked in last Monday. Please let me know if I can of further assistance.

    Your regular maid,

    Dotty
    —–

    Dear Mr. Berman,

    The assistant manager, Mr. Kensedder, informed me this A.M. that you called him last evening and said you were unhappy with your maid service. I have assigned a new girl to your room. I hope you will accept my apologies for any past inconvenience. If you have any future complaints please contact me so I can give it my personal attention. Call extension 1108 between 8AM and 5PM. Thank you.

    Elaine Carmen,
    Housekeeper
    —–

    Dear Miss Carmen,

    It is impossible to contact you by phone since I leave the hotel for business at 745 AM and don’t get back before 530 or 6PM. That’s the reason I called Mr. Kensedder last night. You were already off duty. I only asked Mr. Kensedder if he could do anything about those little bars of soap. The new maid you assigned me must have thought I was a new check-in today, since she left another 3 bars of hotel soap in my medicine cabinet along with her regular delivery of 3 bars on the bath-room shelf. In just 5 days here I have accumulated 24 little bars of soap. Why are you doing this to me?

    S. Berman
    —–

    Your maid, Kathy, has been instructed to stop delivering soap to your room and remove the extra soaps. If I can be of further assistance, please call extension 1108 between 8AM and 5PM. Thank you,
    Elaine Carmen,

    Housekeeper
    —–

    Dear Mr. Kensedder,

    My bath-size Dial is missing. Every bar of soap was taken from my room including my own bath-size Dial. I came in late last night and had to call the bellhop to bring me 4 little Cashmere Bouquets.
    S. Berman
    —–

    Dear Mr. Berman,

    I have informed our housekeeper, Elaine Carmen, of your soap problem. I cannot understand why there was no soap in your room since our maids are instructed to leave 3 bars of soap each time they service a room. The situation will be rectified immediately. Please accept my apologies for the inconvenience.

    Martin L. Kensedder
    Assistant Manager
    —–

    Dear Mrs. Carmen,

    Who the hell left 54 little bars of Camay in my room? I came in last night and found 54 little bars of soap. I don’t want 54 little bars of Camay. I want my one damn bar of bath-size Dial. Do you realize I have 54 bars of soap in here. All I want is my bath size Dial.

    Please give me back my bath-size Dial.

    S. Berman
    —–

    Dear Mr. Berman,

    You complained of too much soap in your room so I had them removed. Then you complained to Mr. Kensedder that all your soap was missing so I personally returned them. The 24 Camays which had been taken and the 3 Camays you are supposed to receive daily (sic). I don’t know anything about the 4 Cashmere Bouquets. Obviously your maid, Kathy, did not know I had returned your soaps so she also brought 24 Camays plus the 3 daily Camays.

    I don’t know where you got the idea this hotel issues bath-size Dial. I was able to locate some bath-size Ivory which I left in your room.

    Elaine Carmen
    Housekeeper
    —–

    Dear Mrs. Carmen,

    Just a short note to bring you up to date on my latest soap inventory. As of today I possess:
    – On shelf under medicine cabinet – 18 Camay in 4 stacks of 4 and 1 stack of 2.
    – On Kleenex dispenser – 11 Camay in 2 stacks of 4 and 1 stack of 3.
    – On bedroom dresser – 1 stack of 3 Cashmere Bouquet, 1 stack of 4 hotel-size Ivory, and 8 Camay in 2 stacks of 4.
    – Inside medicine cabinet – 14 Camay in 3 stacks of 4 and 1 stack of 2.
    – In shower soap dish – 6 Camay, very moist.
    – On northeast corner of tub – 1 Cashmere Bouquet, slightly used.
    – On northwest corner of tub – 6 Camays in 2 stacks of 3.
    Please ask Kathy when she services my room to make sure the stacks are neatly piled and dusted. Also, please advise her that stacks of more than 4 have a tendency to tip. May I suggest that my bedroom window sill is not in use and will make an excellent spot for future soap deliveries. One more item, I have purchased another bar of bath-sized Dial which I am keeping in the hotel vault in order to avoid further misunderstandings.

    S. Berman

  • Eric Linklater

    of Sir Compton Mackenzie

    His clothes resembled the adjectives in a poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins: chosen for their texture and colour, and often most arbitrarily joined

  • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    Hiawatha’s Departure

    By the shore of Gitchie Gumee,
    By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
    At the doorway of his wigwam,
    In the pleasant Summer morning,
    Hiawatha stood and waited.
    All the air was full of freshness,
    All the earth was bright and joyous,
    And before him through the sunshine,
    Westward toward the neighboring forest
    Passed in golden swarms the Ahmo,
    Passed the bees, the honey-makers,
    Burning, singing in the sunshine.
    Bright above him shown the heavens,
    Level spread the lake before him;
    From its bosom leaped the sturgeon,
    Sparkling, flashing in the sunshine;
    On its margin the great forest
    Stood reflected in the water,
    Every tree-top had its shadow,
    Motionless beneath the water.
    From the brow of Hiawatha
    Gone was every trace of sorrow,
    As the fog from off the water,
    And the mist from off the meadow.
    With a smile of joy and triumph,
    With a look of exultation,
    As of one who in a vision
    Sees what is to be, but is not,
    Stood and waited Hiawatha.

  • Anthony Wilden

    The supreme value of remaining silent when you have nothing to say is not a recognized academic virtue.

  • Marcel Proust

    The fault I find with our journalism is that it forces us to take an interest in some fresh triviality or other every day, whereas only three or four books in a lifetime give us anything that is of real importance.

  • Boris Johnson

    The French looked at a dining table and saw an opportunity to have dinner, the English looked at a dining table and saw an opportunity to play ping-pong.

  • Emily Dickinson

    Tell all the Truth but tell it slant

    Tell all the Truth but tell it slant—
    Success in Circuit lies
    Too bright for our infirm Delight
    The Truth’s superb surprise

    As Lightening to the Children eased
    With explanation kind
    The Truth must dazzle gradually
    Or every man be blind—

  • George Eliot

    “I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day,” said Mr. Irwine. “No dust has settled on one’s mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.

  • Eric Hoffer

    Our credulity is greatest concerning the things we know least about. And since we know least about ourselves, we are ready to believe all that is said about us. Hence the mysterious power of both flattery and calumny.

  • Charles Mackay

    Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one.

  • William Carlos Williams

    Iris

    a burst of iris so that
    come down for
    breakfast

    we searched through the
    rooms for
    that

    sweetest odor and at
    first could not
    find its

    source then a blue as
    of the sea
    struck

    startling us from among
    those trumpeting
    petals

  • William Hazlitt

    If I have not read a book before, it is, for all intents and purposes, new to me whether it was printed yesterday or three hundred years ago.

  • William G Childs

    Judge Tries to Unring Bell Hanging Around Neck of Horse Already Out of Barn Being Carried on Ship That Has Sailed.

  • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    Tegner’s Drapa

    I heard a voice, that cried,
    “Balder the Beautiful
    Is dead, is dead!”
    And through the misty air
    Passed like the mournful cry
    Of sunward sailing cranes.

    I saw the pallid corpse
    Of the dead sun
    Borne through the Northern sky.
    Blasts from Niffelheim
    Lifted the sheeted mists
    Around him as he passed.

    And the voice forever cried,
    “Balder the Beautiful
    Is dead, is dead!”
    And died away
    Through the dreary night,
    In accents of despair.

    Balder the Beautiful,
    God of the summer sun,
    Fairest of all the Gods!
    Light from his forehead beamed,
    Runes were upon his tongue,
    As on the warrior’s sword.

    All things in earth and air
    Bound were by magic spell
    Never to do him harm;
    Even the plants and stones;
    All save the mistletoe,
    The sacred mistletoe!

    Hoeder, the blind old God,
    Whose feet are shod with silence,
    Pierced through that gentle breast
    With his sharp spear, by fraud
    Made of the mistletoe,
    The accursed mistletoe!

    They laid him in his ship,
    With horse and harness,
    As on a funeral pyre.
    Odin placed
    A ring upon his finger,
    And whispered in his ear.

    They launched the burning ship!
    It floated far away
    Over the misty sea,
    Till like the sun it seemed,
    Sinking beneath the waves.
    Balder returned no more!

    So perish the old Gods!
    But out of the sea of Time
    Rises a new land of song,
    Fairer than the old.
    Over its meadows green
    Walk the young bards and sing.

    Build it again,
    O ye bards,
    Fairer than before!
    Ye fathers of the new race,
    Feed upon morning dew,
    Sing the new Song of Love!

    The law of force is dead!
    The law of love prevails!
    Thor, the thunderer,
    Shall rule the earth no more,
    No more, with threats,
    Challenge the meek Christ.

    Sing no more,
    O ye bards of the North,
    Of Vikings and of Jarls!
    Of the days of Eld
    Preserve the freedom only,
    Not the deeds of blood!

  • Douglas Adams

    Solutions nearly always come from the direction you least expect, which means there’s no point trying to look in that direction because it won’t be coming from there.

  • Jorge Luis Borges

    When it was proclaimed that the Library contained all books, the first impression was one of extravagant happiness. All men felt themselves to be the masters of an intact and secret treasure. There was no personal or world problem whose eloquent solution did not exist in some hexagon.

    … As was natural, this inordinate hope was followed by an excessive depression. The certitude that some shelf in some hexagon held precious books and that these precious books were inaccessible, seemed almost intolerable.

  • Lou Reed

    Just a perfect day
    Drink sangria in the park
    Then later, when it gets dark, we go home
    Just a perfect day
    Feed animals in the zoo
    Then later a movie too, and then home
    Oh it’s such a perfect day
    I’m glad I spent it with you
    Oh such a perfect day
    You just keep me hanging on
    You just keep me hanging on
    Just a perfect day
    Problems all left alone
    Weekenders on our own, it’s such fun
    Just a perfect day
    You made me forget myself
    I thought I was someone else, someone good
    Oh it’s such a perfect day
    I’m glad I spent it with you
    Such a perfect day
    You just keep me hanging on
    You just keep me hanging on
    You’re going to reap just what you sow
    You’re going to reap just what you sow
    You’re going to reap just what you sow
    You’re going to reap just what you sow
    You’re going to reap just what you sow

  • Royal Institute of International Affairs

    Chatham House Rule

    When a meeting, or part thereof, is held under the Chatham House Rule, participants are free to use the information received, but neither the identity nor the affiliation of the speaker(s), nor that of any other participant, may be revealed.


    Chatham House is the home of the Royal Institute of International Affairs

  • Calvin Trillin

    The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for thirty years she served the family nothing but leftovers. The original meal has never been found.

  • Mark Eckman

    I have a spelling checker
    It came with my PC
    It highlights for my review
    Mistakes I cannot sea.

    I ran this poem thru it
    I’m sure your pleased to no
    Its letter perfect in it’s weigh
    My checker told me sew.

    There are a number of different versions, extensions and derivatives of this poem that can be found; however Mark Eckman has confirmed that this is the text of his original.

  • Eric Hoffer

    When people are free to do as they please, they usually imitate each other. Originality is deliberate and forced, and partakes of the nature of a protest.

  • Robert Fulford

    A print addict is a man who reads in elevators. People occasionally look at me curiously when they see me standing there, reading a paragraph or two as the elevator goes up. To me, it’s curious that there are people who do not read in elevators. What can they be thinking about?

  • John Boyle O’Reilly

    A White Rose

    The red rose whispers of passion,
    And the white rose breathes of love;
    O the red rose is a falcon,
    And the white rose is a dove.

    But I send you a cream-white rosebud
    With a flush on its petal tips;
    For the love that is purest and sweetest
    Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

  • Samuel Butler

    It has been said that whilst God cannot alter the past, historians can; it perhaps because they can be useful to Him in this respect that He tolerates their existence.

  • David Dixon

    Haiku Error Message

    Three things are certain:
    Death, taxes, and lost data.
    Guess which has occurred.

  • John Godfrey Saxe

    The Blind Men and the Elephant

    It was six men of Indostan
    To learning much inclined,
    Who went to see the Elephant
    (Though all of them were blind),
    That each by observation
    Might satisfy his mind

    The First approached the Elephant,
    And happening to fall
    Against his broad and sturdy side,
    At once began to bawl:
    God bless me! but the Elephant
    Is very like a wall!

    The Second, feeling of the tusk,
    Cried, Ho! what have we here
    So very round and smooth and sharp?
    To me tis mighty clear
    This wonder of an Elephant
    Is very like a spear!

    The Third approached the animal,
    And happening to take
    The squirming trunk within his hands,
    Thus boldly up and spake:
    I see, quoth he, the Elephant
    Is very like a snake!

    The Fourth reached out an eager hand,
    And felt about the knee.
    What most this wondrous beast is like
    Is mighty plain, quoth he;
    ‘Tis clear enough the Elephant
    Is very like a tree!

    The Fifth, who chanced to touch the ear,
    Said: Even the blindest man
    Can tell what this resembles most;
    Deny the fact who can
    This marvel of an Elephant
    Is very like a fan!?

    The Sixth no sooner had begun
    About the beast to grope,
    Than, seizing on the swinging tail
    That fell within his scope,
    I see, quoth he, the Elephant
    Is very like a rope!

    And so these men of Indostan
    Disputed loud and long,
    Each in his own opinion
    Exceeding stiff and strong,
    Though each was partly in the right,
    And all were in the wrong!

    Moral:

    So oft in theologic wars,
    The disputants, I ween,
    Rail on in utter ignorance
    Of what each other mean,
    And prate about an Elephant
    Not one of them has seen!

  • Carl Sandburg

    Elephants Are Different to Different People

    Wilson and Pilcer and Snack stood before the zoo elephant.

    Wilson said, “What is its name? Is it from Asia or Africa? Who feeds
    it? Is it a he or a she? How old is it? Do they have twins? How much does
    it cost to feed? How much does it weigh? If it dies, how much will another
    one cost? If it dies, what will they use the bones, the fat, and the hide
    for? What use is it besides to look at?”

    Pilcer didn’t have any questions; he was murmering to himself, “It’s
    a house by itself, walls and windows, the ears came from tall cornfields,
    by God; the architect of those legs was a workman, by God; he stands like
    a bridge out across the deep water; the face is sad and the eyes are kind;
    I know elephants are good to babies.”

    Snack looked up and down and at last said to himself, “He’s a tough
    son-of-a-gun outside and I’ll bet he’s got a strong heart, I’ll bet he’s
    strong as a copper-riveted boiler inside.”

    They didn’t put up any arguments.
    They didn’t throw anything in each other’s faces.
    Three men saw the elephant three ways
    And let it go at that.
    They didn’t spoil a sunny Sunday afternoon;

    “Sunday comes only once a week,” they told each other.

  • William Blake

    If you trap the moment before it is ripe
    The tears of repentance will certainly wipe
    But if once you let the ripe moment go
    You can never wipe off the tears of woe.

  • G K Chesterton

    A stiff apology is a second insult… The injured party does not want to be compensated because he has been wronged; he wants to be healed because he has been hurt.

  • H M Tomlinson

    “Almost any book does for a bed-book,” a woman once said to me. I nearlly replied in a hurry that almost any woman would do for a wife; but that is not the way to bring people to conviction of sin.

  • Richard Rumbold

    I never could believe that Providence had sent a few men into the world, ready booted and spurred to ride, and millions ready saddled and bridled to be ridden.

  • Sir Walter Ralegh

    Sir Walter Ralegh To His Son

    Three things there be that prosper up apace,
    And flourish while they grow asunder far;
    But on a day, they meet all in a place,
    And when they meet, they one another mar.

    And they be these: the Wood, the Weed, the Wag:
    The Wood is that that makes the gallows tree;
    The Weed is that that strings the hangman’s bag;
    The Wag, my pretty knave, betokens thee.

    Now mark, dear boy – while these assemble not,
    Green springs the tree, hemp grows, the wag is wild;
    But when they meet, it makes the timber rot,
    It frets the halter, and it chokes the child.
    Then bless thee, and beware, and let us pray,
    We part not with thee at this meeting day.

  • Ogden Nash

    The Octopus

    Tell me, O Octopus, I begs
    Is those things arms, or is they legs?
    I marvel at thee, Octopus;
    If I were thou, I’d call me Us.

  • Billy Collins

    Sonnet

    All we need is fourteen lines, well, thirteen now,
    and after this one just a dozen
    to launch a little ship on love’s storm-tossed seas,
    then only ten more left like rows of beans.
    How easily it goes unless you get Elizabethan
    and insist the iambic bongos must be played
    and rhymes positioned at the ends of lines,
    one for every station of the cross.
    But hang on here wile we make the turn
    into the final six where all will be resolved,
    where longing and heartache will find an end,
    where Laura will tell Petrarch to put down his pen,
    take off those crazy medieval tights,
    blow out the lights, and come at last to bed.

  • The Frog

    What a wonderful bird the frog are!
    When he stand he sit almost;
    When he hop he fly almost.
    He ain’t got no sense hardly;
    He ain’t got no tail hardly either.
    When he sit, he sit on what he ain’t got almost.

  • Letter to the Editor

    (to the Times)

    Sir, I see that every Christmas Handel gave “live” performances of his Messiah (The Register October 16). But then he would, wouldn’t he?

    Yours faithfully

    E W Lighton
    Crewe, October 16

  • Christoher Morely

    There are some knightly souls who even go so far as to make their visits to bookshops a kind of chivalrous errantry at large. They go in not because they need any certain volume, but because they feel that there may be some book that needs them. Some wistful, little forgotten sheaf of loveliness, long pining away on an upper shelf….

  • Edward Thomas

    The New House

    Now first, as I shut the door,
    I was alone
    In the new house; and the wind
    Began to moan.

    Old at once was the house,
    And I was old;
    My ears were teased with the dread
    Of what was foretold,

    Nights of storm, days of mist, without end;
    Sad days when the sun
    Shone in vain: old griefs and griefs
    Not yet begun.

    All was foretold me; naught
    Could I foresee;
    But I learned how the wind would sound
    After these things should be.

  • Sophie Hannah

    Trainers All Turn Grey
    (after Robert Frost’s ‘Nothing Gold Can Stay’)

    You buy your trainers new.
    They cost a bob or two.
    At first they’re clean and white,
    The laces thick and tight.
    Then they must touch the ground –
    (You have to walk around).
    You learn to your dismay
    Trainers all turn grey.

  • Boris Johnson

    The source, my friends of half life’s trouble
    Is seeking reputation’s bubble,
    And though the kids were not ambitious –
    Their beds were soft, their food delicious –
    Their lives were not entirely cushy:
    Their parents were so very pushy.

    from “The Peril of the Pushy Parents”

  • Alan Turing

    In any sufficiently powerful logical system statements can be formulated which can neither be proved nor disproved within the system, unless possibly the system itself is inconsistent.

    Turing’s restatement of Godel’s Incompleteness Theorem.

  • Mark Twain

    Habit is habit, and not to be flung out the window by any man, but coaxed downstairs a step at a time.

  • Douglas Adams

    “What was the Sherlock Holmes principle? ‘Once you have discounted the impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.'”

    “I reject that entirely,” said Dirk sharply. “The impossible often has a kind of integrity to it which the merely improbable lacks. How often have you been presented with an apparently rational explanation of something that works in all respects other than one, which is just that it is hopelessly improbable? Your instinct is to say, ‘Yes, but he or she simply wouldn’t do that.'”

    “Well, it happened to me today, in fact,” replied Kate.

    “Ah, yes,” said Dirk, slapping the table and making the glasses jump. “Your girl in the wheelchair — a perfect example. The idea that she is somehow receiving yesterday’s stock market prices apparently out of thin air is merely impossible, and therefore must be the case, because the idea that she is maintaining an immensely complex and laborious hoax of no benefit to herself is hopelessly improbable. The first idea merely supposes that there is something we don’t know about, and God knows there are enough of those. The second, however, runs contrary to something fundamental and human which we do know about. We should therefore be very suspicious of it and all its specious rationality.”

  • Percy Bysshe Shelley

    A Dirge

    Rough wind, that moanest loud
    grief too sad for a song;
    wild wind, when sullen cloud
    knells all the night long:
    sad storm, whose tear are vain,
    bare woods, whose branches strain,
    deep caves and dreary main,
    wail for the worlds wrong.

  • H L Mencken

    The trouble with fighting for human freedom is that one spends most of one’s time defending scoundrels. For it is against scoundrels that oppressive laws are first aimed, and oppression must be stopped at the beginning if it is to be stopped at all.

  • Hovis Presley

    I rely on you

    I rely on you
    like a Skoda needs suspension
    like the aged need a pension
    like a trampoline needs tension
    like a bungee jump needs apprehension
    I rely on you
    like a camera needs a shutter
    like a gambler needs a flutter
    like a golfer needs a putter
    like a buttered scone involves some butter
    I rely on you
    like an acrobat needs ice cool nerve
    like a hairpin needs a drastic curve
    like an HGV needs endless derv
    like an outside left needs a body swerve
    I rely on you
    like a handyman needs pliers
    like an auctioneer needs buyers
    like a laundromat needs driers
    like The Good Life needed Richard Briers
    I rely on you
    like a water vole needs water
    like a brick outhouse needs mortar
    like a lemming to the slaughter
    Ryan’s just Ryan without his daughter
    I rely on you

  • Henry David Thoreau

    It is not a man’s duty, as a matter of course, to devote himself to the eradication of any, even the most enormous wrong; he may still properly have other concerns to engage him; but it is his duty, at least, to wash his hands of it, and, if he gives it no thought longer, not to give it practically his support. If I devote myself to other pursuits and contemplations, I must first see, at least, that I do not pursue them sitting upon another man’s shoulders

  • Oscar Wilde

    of George Meredith

    His style is chaos illumined by flashes of lightning. As a writer he has mastered everything except language.

  • Horace

    It is reason and wisdom which takes away cares, not places affording wide views over the sea.

  • George Herbert

    The World

    Love built a stately house, where Fortune came,
    And spinning fancies, she was heard to say
    That her fine cobwebs did support the frame,
    Whereas they were supported by the same;
    But Wisdom quickly swept them all away.

    The Pleasure came, who, liking not the fashion,
    Began to make balconies, terraces,
    Till she had weakened all by alteration;
    But reverend laws, and many a proclamation
    Reformed all at length with menaces.

    Then entered Sin, and with that sycamore
    Whose leaves first sheltered man from drought and dew,
    Working and winding slily evermore,
    The inward walls and summers cleft and tore;
    But Grace shored these, and cut that as it grew.

    Then Sin combined with death in a firm band,
    To raze the building to the very floor;
    Which they effected, – none could them withstand;
    But Love and Grace took Glory by the hand,
    And built a braver palace than before.

  • Ernest Hemingway

    Ernest Hemingway was bet $10 that he could not write a story in six words. He won the bet with the following:

    For sale: baby shoes, never worn.

  • Chris Mullin MP

    Chris Mullin noticed the following hand written note on an invitation to and event that he was attending….

    “This is a very low priority. I suggest we pass it to Chris Mullin”

  • Lewis F Richardson

    Big Whorls Have Little Whorls

    Big whorls have little whorls
    That feed on their velocity,
    And little whorls have lesser whorls
    And so on to viscosity.

    This poem summarises Richardson’s 1920 paper ‘The supply of energy from and to Atmospheric Eddies’

  • W H Auden

    The Unknown Citizen

    He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
    One against whom there was no official complaint,
    And all the reports on his conduct agree
    That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a saint,
    For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.
    Except for the War till the day he retired
    He worked in a factory and never got fired,
    But satisfied his employers, Fudge Motors Inc.
    Yet he wasn’t a scab or odd in his views,
    For his Union reports that he paid his dues,
    (Our report on his Union shows it was sound)
    And our Social Psychology workers found
    That he was popular with his mates and liked a drink.
    The Press are convinced that he bought a paper every day
    And that his reactions to advertisements were normal in every way.
    Policies taken out in his name prove that he was fully insured,
    And his Health-card shows he was once in hospital but left it cured.
    Both Producers Research and High-Grade Living declare
    He was fully sensible to the advantages of the Installment Plan
    And had everything necessary to the Modern Man,
    A phonograph, a radio, a car and a frigidaire.
    Our researchers into Public Opinion are content
    That he held the proper opinions for he time of year;
    When there was peace, he was for peace; when there was war, he went.
    He was married and added five children to the population,
    Which our Eugenist says was the right number for a parent of his generation.
    And our teachers report that he never interfered with their education.
    Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd:
    Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.

  • Henri Matisse

    A lady visited Matisse in his studio. Inspecting one of his latest works she unwisely said: “But surely the arm of this woman is much too long”; “Madame,” the artist replied, “you are mistaken. This is not a woman, this is a picture.”

  • Oliver Hereford

    G K Chesterton

    When Plain Folk, such as you or I,
    See the Sun sinking in the sky,
    We think it is the Setting Sun,
    But Mr. Gilbert Chesterton
    Is not so easily misled.
    He calmly stands upon his head,
    And upside down obtains a new
    And Chestertonian point of view,
    Observing thus, how from his toes
    The sun creeps nearer to his nose,
    He cries with wonder and delight,
    “How Grand the SUNRISE is to-night!”

  • Philip Larkin

    Ignorance

    Strange to know nothing, never to be sure
    Of what is true or right or real,
    But forced to qualify or so I feel,
    Or Well, it does seem so:
    Someone must know.

    Strange to be ignorant of the way things work:
    Their skill at finding what they need,
    Their sense of shape, and punctual spread of seed,
    And willingness to change;
    Yes, it is strange,

    Even to wear such knowledge – for our flesh
    Surrounds us with its own decisions –
    And yet spend all our life on imprecisions,
    That when we start to die
    Have no idea why.

  • G K Chesterton

    I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.

  • Ezra Pound

    In a Station of the Metro

    The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
    Petals on a wet, black bough.

  • Oliver Herford

    A man must love a thing very much if he not only practices it without any hope of fame and money, but even… without any hope of doing it well.

  • Stephen Crane

    I Met a Seer

    I met a seer.
    He held in his hands
    The book of wisdom.
    “Sir,” I addressed him,
    “Let me read.”
    “Child — ” he began.
    “Sir,” I said,
    “Think not that I am a child,
    For already I know much
    Of that which you hold.
    Aye, much.”

    He smiled.
    Then he opened the book
    And held it before me. —
    Strange that I should have grown so suddenly blind.

  • Arthur Schopenhauer

    Buying books would be a good thing if one could also buy the time to read them in: but as a rule the purchase of books is mistaken for the appropriation of their contents.

  • Thomas Hardy

    A Thunderstorm in Town

    She wore a ‘terra-cotta’ dress,
    And we stayed, because of the pelting storm,
    Within the hansom’s dry recess,
    Though the horse had stopped; yea, motionless
    We sat on, snug and warm.

    Then the downpour ceased, to my sharp sad pain,
    And the glass that had screened our forms before
    Flew up, and out she sprang to her door:
    I should have kissed her if the rain
    Had lasted a minute more.

  • Galileo

    The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.

  • W H Auden

    When I find myself in the company of scientists, I feel like a shabby curate who has strayed by mistake into a room full of dukes.

  • John F Kennedy

    At a dinner for 49 Nobel Laureates (being all the then living laureates from the western hemisphere) at the White House in 1962

    I think this is the most extraordinary collection of talent, of human knowledge, that has ever been gathered together at the White House, with the possible exception of when Thomas Jefferson dined alone.

  • Stephen Crane

    A singular disadvantage of the sea lies in the fact that after successfully surmounting one wave you discover that there is another behind it just as important and just as nervously anxious to do something effective in the way of swamping boats.

  • Humphrey Lyttleton

    Hello and welcome to I’m sorry I haven’t a clue. You join us this week in Manchester, the fine metropolis boasting a wealth of culture and history. As the epicentre of the industrial revolution, it was here that a phrase was coined that has survived to this day. “What happens in Manchester today, happens in the rest of the world tomorrow”.

    So if you’re listening rest-of-the-world, tomorrow it’s going to drizzle.

  • W B Yeats

    When You are Old

    When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
    And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
    And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
    Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

    How many loved your moments of glad grace,
    And loved your beauty with love false or true,
    But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
    And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

    And bending down beside the glowing bars,
    Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
    And paced upon the mountains overhead
    And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

  • Bernard Lamb

    There was a Neanderthal man
    Who found that is grunts didn’t scan
    This hearty meat-eater
    Invented the metre
    To prove that it certainly can

  • Jane Austen

    The trees, though not fully clothed, were in that delightful state, when further beauty is known to be at hand, and when, while much is actually given to the sight, more yet remains for the imagination.

  • William Shakespeare

    Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
    Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
    To the last syllable of recorded time
    And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
    The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
    Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
    That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
    And then is heard no more. It is a tale
    Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
    Signifying nothing.

  • Leigh Hunt

    …but for the study itself, give me a small snug place, almost entirely walled with books. There should be only one window in it, looking upon trees.

  • Shel Silverstein

    I know you little, I love you lots,
    my love for you could fill ten pots,
    fifteen buckets, sixteen cans,
    three teacups, and four dishpans.

  • James Parton

    At 32 Thomas Jefferson could calculate an eclipse, survey an estate, tie an artery, plan an edifice, try a cause, break a horse, dance a minuet, and play the violin.

  • Christopher Fry

    I travel light; as light,
    That is, as a man can travel who will
    Still carry his body around because
    Of its sentimental value.

  • Wallace Stevens

    Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature of that in which it is found, whether the poem, the manner of a god, the bearing of a man. It is not a dress.

  • Francis Thompson

    Mistress of Vision

    All things by immortal power,
    Near or far, Hiddenly
    To each other linked are,
    That thou canst not stir a flower
    Without troubling of a star.

  • John Hegley

    Uncle and Auntie

    my auntie gave me a colouring book and crayons
    I begin to colour
    after a while auntie leans over and says
    you’ve gone over the lines
    what do you think they’re there for
    eh?
    some kind of statement is it?
    going to be a rebel are we?
    your auntie gives you a lovely present
    and you have to go and ruin it
    I begin to cry
    my uncle gives me a hanky and some blank paper
    do some doggies of your own he says
    I begin to colour
    when I have done
    he looks over
    and says they are all very good
    he is lying
    only some of them are

  • Robert Browning

    Song, from Pippa Passes

    The year’s at the spring,
    And day’s at the morn;
    Morning’s at seven;
    The hill-side’s dew-pearled;
    The lark’s on the wing;
    The snail’s on the thorn;
    God’s in his Heaven –
    All’s right with the world!

  • Ambrose Bierce

    History is an account, mostly false, of events, mostly unimportant, which are brought about by rulers, mostly knaves, and soldiers, mostly fools.

  • Sara Teasdale

    Morning

    I went out on an April morning
    All alone, for my heart was high,
    I was a child of the shining meadow,
    I was a sister of the sky.

    There in the windy flood of morning
    Longing lifted its weight from me,
    Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering,
    Swept as a sea-bird out to sea.

  • C S Lewis

    In a sort of ghastly simplicity we remove the organ and demand the function. We make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honour and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the gelding be fruitful.

  • Rudyard Kipling

    The Anvil

    England’s on the anvil — hear the hammers ring —
    Clanging from the Severn to the Tyne!
    Never was a blacksmith like our Norman King —
    England’s being hammered, hammered, hammered into line.

    England’s on the anvil! Heavy are the blows!
    (But the work will be a marvel when it’s done.)
    Little bits of Kingdoms cannot stand against their foes.
    England’s being hammered, hammered, hammered into one!

    There shall be one people — it shall serve one Lord —
    (Neither Priest nor Baron shall escape!)
    It shall have one speech and law, soul and strength and sword.
    England’s being hammered, hammered, hammered into shape!

  • G K Chesterton

    Reason is always a kind of brute force; those who appeal to the head rather than the heart, however pallid and polite, are necessarily men of violence. We speak of ‘touching’ a man’s heart, but we can do nothing to his head but hit it.

  • Pi

    Sir. I bear a rhyme excelling
    In mystic force and magic spelling.

    (3.14159265358)

  • Adam Smith

    How many people ruin themselves by laying out money on trinkets of frivolous utility? What pleases these lovers of toys is not so much the utility, as the aptness of the machines which are fitted to promote it. All their pockets are stuffed with little conveniences. They contrive new pockets, unknown in the clothes of other people, in order to carry a greater number. They walk about loaded with a multitude of baubles, in weight and sometimes in value not inferior to an ordinary Jew’s-box, some of which may sometimes be of some little use, but all of which might at all times be very well spared, and of which the whole utility is certainly not worth the fatigue of bearing the burden.

  • Ogden Nash

    The turtle lives twixt plated decks
    Which practically conceal its sex.
    I think it clever of the turtle,
    In such a fix to be so fertile.