Food for Thought
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Obsessed by a fairy-tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace.

EUGENE O'NEILL


Vivere pericolosamente.

MUSSOLINI


Is it not passing brave to be a king
And ride in triumph through Persepolis?

CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE


Parnell came down the road, he said to a cheering man:
"Ireland shall get her freedom, and you still break stone."

W. B. YEATS


I do not believe in a fate that falls on men however they act; but I do believe in a fate that falls on them unless they act.

G. K. CHESTERTON


Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things. The honest thief, the tender murderer, the superstitious atheist.

ROBERT BROWNING


The art of architecture studies not structure in itself, but the effect of structure on the human spirit.

GEOFFREY SCOTT


Don't just look at buildings - watch them.

RUSKIN


There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something that was before the elements and owes no homage unto the sun.

SIR THOMAS BROWNE
The houses of our City are real enough, but they lie haphazardly scattered over the earth, and her vagabond forum is any space where two of us happen to meet who can spot a citizen without papers.

W. H. AUDEN

Peace dies when the framework is ripped apart - when you no longer know where your friend can be found.

ANTOINE DE SAINT EXUPERY


We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.

RABINDRANATH TAGORE


The greater man, the greater courtesy.

TENNYSON


For the good are always the merry -
Save by an evil chance,
And the merry love the fiddle
and the merry love to dance.

W. B. YEATS
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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.
Through the unknown, remembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known because not looked for,
But heard, half heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.


T.S. ELIOT
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