| Neato Quotes/Poems Pt. 3 |
| It is an old habit with theologians to beat the living with bones of the dead. -Robert G. Ingersell |
| A long and wicked life followed by five minutes of perfect crace gets you into heaven. An equally long life of decent living and good works followed by one outburst of taking the name of the Lord in vain -- then have a heart attack at that moment and be damned for eternity. Is that the system? -Robert A. Heinlein |
| Only solitary men know the full joys of friendship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything. -Willa Cather |
| The man who goes alone can start today; but he who travels with another must wait till the other is ready, and it may be a long time before they get off. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. -Henry David Thoreau |
| To dare to live alone is the rarest courage; since there are many who had rather meet their bitterest enemy in the field, than their own hears in their closet. -Charles Caleb Colton |
| He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts. -Fletcher. |
| A solitary, unused to speaking of what he sees and feels, has metal experiences which are at once more intense and less articulate than those of a gregarious man. -Thomas Mann |
| There are places and moments in which one is so completely alone that one sees the world entire. -Jules Renard |
| Only in solitude do we find ourselves; and in finding ourselves, we find in ourselves all our brothers in solitude. -Miguel de Unanimo |
| For a smart material to be able to send out a more complex signal it needs to be nonlinear. If you hit a tuning fork twice as hard it will ring twice as loud but still at the same frequency. That's a linear response. If you hit a person twice as hard they're unlikely just to shout twice as loud. That property lets you learn more about the person thatn the tuning fork. -Neil Gershenfeld |
| What's law? Control? Law filters chaos and what drips through? Serenity? Law -- our highest ideal and our basest nature. Don't look too closely at the law. Do, and you'll find the rationalized interpetations, the legal casuistry, the precedents for convenience. You'll find the serenity, which is just another word for death. -Muad'Dib |
| To compete is to prepare for failure. Do not compete with what is happening. To compete is to prepare for failure. Do not be trapped be the need to achieve anything. This way, you achieve everything. -Zensunni Philosophy |
| What's done is done. Do not mourn it. -God Emperor Leto |
| Life is an aimless drive that you take alone. -The Bloodhound Gang |
| There are no handles upon a language Whereby men take hold of it And mark it with signs for its remembrance. It is a river, this language, Once in a thousand years Breaking a new course Changing its way to the ocean. It is mountain effluvia Moving to valleys And from nation to nation Crossing borders and mixing. Languages die like rivers. Words wrapped round your tongue today And broken to shape of thought Between your teeth and lips speaking Now and today Shall be faded hieroglyphics Ten thousand years from now. Sing -- and singing -- remember Your song dies and changes And is not here to-marrow Any more than the wind Blowing ten thousand years ago. -Carl Sandburg |
| On November 2nd 1965 in the multi-cloured multi-minded United beatuiful States of terrible America Norman Morrison set himself on fire outside the Pentagon. He was thirty-one, he was a Quaker, and his wife (seen weeping in the newsreels) and his three children survive him as best they can. He did it in Washington where everyone could see because people were being set on fire in the dark corners of Vietnam where nobody could see. Their names, ages, beliefs and loves are not recorded. This is what Norman Morrison did. He poured petrol over himself. He burned. He suffered. He died. That is what he did in the white heart of Washington where everyone could see. He simply burned way his clothes, his passport, his pink-tinted skin, put on a new skin of flame and became Vietnamese. -Adrian Mitchell |
| Not an unhappy man but one who could not stand in the silence of his mind the cathedral emptied of its ritual and sounding about his ears like a whirlwind. He cradled the child awhile the set her down nearby and spoke in a tongue of flame near the Pentagon where they had no doubt. Other people's pain can turn so easily into a kind of play. There's beauty in the accurate trajectory. Death conscripts the mind with its mysterious precision. -David Ferguson |
| "Stephen Smith, University of Iowa sophomore, burned what he said was his draft card" and Norman Morrison, Quaker, of Baltimore Maryland, burned what he said was himself. You Robert McNamara, burned what you said was a concentration of the Enemy Aggressor. No news medium troubled to put it in quotes. And Norman Morrison, Quaker, of Baltimore Maryland, burned what he said was himself. He said it with simple materials suck as would be found in your kitchen. In your office you were informed. Reportes got cracking frantically on the mental disturbance angle. So far nothing turns up. Norman Morrison, Quaker, of Baltimore Maryland, burned and while burning, screamed. No tip-off. No release. Nothing to quote, to manage to pout in quotes. Pity the unaccustomed hesitance of the newspaper editorialitsts. Pity the press photographers, not called. Norman Morrison, Quaker, of Baltimore Marlyand, burned and was burned and said all that there is to say in that language. Twice what is said yours. It is a strange sect, Mr. McNamara, under advice to try the whole of a thought in silence, and to onself. -George Starbuck |