History is the witness of the times, the torch of truth, the life of memory, the teacher of life, the messenger of antiquity.
I am only one
But still I am one.
I cannot do everything,
But still I can do something;
And because I cannot do everything
I will not refuse to do the something that I can do.
If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you. That is the principal difference between a dog and a man.
Society is a partnership in all science, a partnership in all art, a partnership in every virtue and in all perfection. As the ends of such a partnership cannot be obtained in many generations, it becomes a partnership not only between those who are living, but between those who are living those who are dead and those who are to be born.
the thin sheet
and red syrup
begins to flow
down the swivel.
Cut into your wrist
watch the skin peel back
and the flesh separate
as blood begins to ooze
from the severed vein.
Watch the tension
you release today
A young girl
in her room
enjoying the tingling sensation
at her wrist.
Red droplets ooze
Silent Night #1
dressed in black
sits with his head in his hands,
listens to Silent Night playing
on a distant music box
Silent Night #2
A coarse and raspy voice
sings Silent Night
one last time.
Everyone has problems
and we see those problems
yet we still tend to trivialize the problems of others
while stressing and worrying over our own
making them all important.
We are filled with conceit
wanting to believe we are important.
The recluse locks himself away,
desiring seclusion; departure from the cares of the world.
Not wishing to socialize with others,
each seeking companionship,
while repeating the same old
political, religious, and trivial discussions
that have been recited countless times before,
each person believing to have insight
that others do not.
The recluse sees this and wants no part in it,
but prefers solitude unpolluted
by trivialities and false wisdom.
Sounds can be pleasant yet
silence is preferable to unpleasant noise.
There are three arts which are concerned with all things, one which uses, another which makes and a third which imitates them.
Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist had actually expressed.
Art, as far as it has the ability, follows nature, as a pupil imitates his master, so that art must be, as it were, a descendant of God.
The Fog comes
On little cat feet.
It sits looking
Over the harbor and city
On silent haunches
And then, moves on.
Wisdom is not finally tested in the schools,
Wisdom cannot be passed from one having it to another not having it,
Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is it’s own proof.
Nothing matters more to the future of this Nation than insuring that our young men and women learn to believe in themselves and believe in their dreams, and that they develop this capacity that you develop this capacity, so that you keep it all of your lives.
A word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged, it is the skin of a living thought and may vary greatly in Color and content according to the circumstances and the time in which it is used.
The most unhappy of all men is the man who cannot tell what he is going to do, who has got no work cut out for him in the world, and does not go into it.