This weeks featured quotations:
Against my will, in the course of my travels, the belief that everything
worth knowing was known at Cambridge gradually wore off. In this respect my
travels were very useful to me.
Bertrand Russell
One of the symptoms of an
approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly
important
Bertrand Russell
Mathematics, rightly viewed, possesses not only truth, but supreme beauty -
a beauty cold and austere, like that of sculpture.
Bertrand Russell
To be able to fill leisure intelligently is the last product of
civilization.
Bertrand Russell
If literature isn't worth
everything, it's not worth a single hour of someone's trouble.
Jean Paul Sartre
Man is condemned to be free.
Jean Paul Sartre
In love, one and one are one.
Jean Paul Sartre
To believe is to know you believe, and to know you believe is not to
believe.
Jean Paul Sartre quote
Existence precedes and rules essence.
Jean Paul Sartre
Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.
Jean Paul Sartre
What I say is that 'just' or
'right' means nothing but what is in the interest of the stronger party. -
Thrasymachus in The Republic.
Plato
No human thing is of serious importance.
Plato
There is no such thing as a lover's oath.
Plato
The price good men pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by
evil men.
Plato
The theory of the Communists
may be summed up in the single sentence: Abolition of private property.
Karl Marx
The philosophers have already perceived the world in various ways; the point
is to change it.
Karl Marx
Reason has always existed, but not always in a reasonable form.
Karl Marx
It is in justice that the ordering of society is centered.
Aristotle
In the arena of human life the honours and rewards fall to those who show
their good qualities.
Aristotle
What is a friend? A friend is a single soul dwelling in two bodies
Aristotle
We make war that we may live in peace.
Aristotle
I hear and I forget, I see and
I remember, I do and I understand
Confucius
If you do not change the direction in which you are going, you will end up
where you are headed.
Confucius
I saw some piglets suckling
their dead mother. After a short while they shuddered and went away. They
had sensed that she could no longer see them and that she wasn't like them
any more. What they loved in their mother wasn't her body, but whatever it
was that made her body live.
Confucius
Only the wisest and stupidest of men don't change.
Confucius
This weeks featured poems:
Love's Philosophy by
Percy Bysshe Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle -
Why not I with thine?
See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea -
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?
Irreparableness by
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I have been in the meadows all the day
And gathered there the nosegay that you see
Singing within myself as bird or bee
When such do field-work on a morn of May.
But, now I look upon my flowers, decay
Has met them in my hands more fatally
Because more warmly clasped,--and sobs are free
To come instead of songs. What do you say,
Sweet counsellors, dear friends ? that I should go
Back straightway to the fields and gather more ?
Another, sooth, may do it, but not I !
My heart is very tired, my strength is low,
My hands are full of blossoms plucked before,
Held dead within them till myself shall die.
Connotation Of Infinity,
A by E. E. Cummings
a connotation of infinity
sharpens the temporal splendor of this night
when souls which have forgot frivolity
in lowliness, noting the fatal flight
of worlds whereto this earth’s a hurled dream
down eager avenues of lifelessness
consider for how much themselves shall gleam,
in the poised radiance of perpetualness.
When what’s in velvet beyond doomed thought
is like a woman amorous to be known;
and man, whose here is alway worse than naught,
feels the tremendous yonder for his own—
on such a night the sea through her blind miles
of crumbling silence seriously smiles
Wait by Galway Kinnell
Wait, for now.
Distrust everything, if you have to.
But trust the hours. Haven't they
carried you everywhere, up to now?
Personal events will become interesting again.
Hair will become interesting.
Pain will become interesting.
Buds that open out of season will become lovely again.
Second-hand gloves will become lovely again,
their memories are what give them
the need for other hands. And the desolation
of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness
carved out of such tiny beings as we are
asks to be filled; the need
for the new love is faithfulness to the old.
Wait.
Don't go too early.
You're tired. But everyone's tired.
But no one is tired enough.
Only wait a while and listen.
Music of hair,
Music of pain,
music of looms weaving all our loves again.
Be there to hear it, it will be the only time,
most of all to hear,
the flute of your whole existence,
rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion.
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