The publicity image steals our love of
ourselves as we are and offers it back to us for the price
of the product.” John Berger
There is no smaller
package in all the world than that of a man all wrapped up in
himself. William Sloane Coffin
not be allowed to hide their depradation behind our toleration.
came for the Communists, but I was not a Communist so I did
not speak out. Next, the government came after the socialists,
the trade unionists, the Jews and, finally they came for me,
and there was no one left to speak out for me. Martin Niemoeller.
Not to know
what happened before one was born is always to be a child. Cicero.
is God's way of teaching Americans geography. Ambroise Pierce.
could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers. Rudyard
essence of being human is that . . . one is prepared in the
end to be defeated and broken up by life, which is the inevitable
price of fastening one's love upon other human individuals.
real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes,
but in having new eyes. Proust.
abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power. Shakespeare.
believe anything in politics until it has been officially denied.
Otto von Bismarck.
is the surplus of our existence over natural being . . . . which
like a wave gathers and poises itself to hurtle beyond its own
intellectual is in search of a doctrine which shall make great
demands on him and cure him of his subjctivity. Merleau-Ponty
a child doesn't receive, he can seldom give later. P.D.
corruption of reason is shown by the existence of so many different
and extravagant customs. Pascal.
is the ability to approach culture with the mininum amount of
anxiety. Northrup Fry.
And then it's done,
Your little winning streak. Leonard Cohen.
of humanity is always the welfare of tyrants. Camus.
the Republic is the total destruction of what is opposed to
to be filled with a terrible sadness. As if he harbored news
of some horrendous loss that no one else had heard of. Some
vast tragedy not of fact or incident or event but of the way
the world was. Cormac McCarthy
. . .
worlds sprawled in their pale ignitions
upon the nameless night. Cormac McCarthy
burns at both ends
It will not last the night
But ah my foes, and oh, my friends
It gives a lovely light. Edna St. Vincent Millay
man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awating the
ultimate practitioner. Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian
is only an auctioneer who can equally and impartially admire
all schools of art. Oscar Wilde
A poem is
momentary stay against confusion.Robert Frost.
is equidistant from God. Leopold Von Ranke
the Western path
Right through the gates of wrath. Blake
must be willing to defend his country from his government. Voltaire.
never believe any war will be smooth and easy, or that anyone
who embarks on the strange voyage can measure the tides and
hurricanes he will encounter. The statesman who yields to war
fever must realize that once the signal is given, he is no longer
the master of policy but the slave of unforeseeable and uncontrollable
Sir Winston Churchill
there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed
the unkind. Shakespeare.
riches there is no real use, except it be in the distribution;
the rest is but conceit. Francis Bacon.
last tree has been cut down, after the last river has been poisoned,
after the last fish has been caught, only then will you find
that money cannot be eaten. Cree prophecy
I am haunted
by the possibility that out of our mammalian midst, a Plato,
a Gauss, a Mozart, justified, redeems the species which devised
and carried out Auchwitz. George Steiner.
one starts to dream about what culture, literary life, and teaching
could be if all those who participate, having for once rejected
idols, would give themselves up to the happiness of reflecting