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If men spit upon the ground, the spit upon themselves. This we know. The earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth.
Man did not weave the web of life; he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself It is here that I am most conscious of being, here that wonder comes upon my blood, here I want to live forever; and it is no matter that I must die. Scott Momaday from the movie Remembered Earth "The character of the landscape changes from hour to hour, day to day, season to season. Nothing of the earth can be taken for granted; you feel that Creation is going on in your sight.
You see things in the high air that you do not see farther down in the lowlands. In the high country all objects bear upon you, and you touch hard upon the earth. From my home I can see the huge, billowing clouds; they draw close upon me and merge with my life. Scott Momaday from the movie Remembered Earth "Once in our lives we ought to concentrate our minds upon the Remembered Earth.
We ought to give ourselves up to a particular landscape in our experience, to look at it from as many angles as we can, to wonder about it, to dwell upon it. We ought to imagine that we touch it with our hands at every season and listen to the sounds that are made upon it. We ought to imagine the creatures there and all the faintest motions of the wind. We ought to recollect the glare of noon and all the colors of the dawn and dusk.
Scott Momaday from the movie Remembered Earth "I am interested in the way that we look at a given landscape and take possession of it in our blood and brain. None of us lives apart from the land entirely; such an isolation is unimaginable. If we are to realize and maintain our humanity, we must come to a moral comprehension of earth and air as it is perceived in the long turn of seasons and of years. Scott Momaday from the movie Remembered Earth "There is a great good in returning to a landscape that has had extraordinary meaning in one's life.
It happens that we return to such places in our minds irresistibly. There are certain villages and towns, mountains and plains that, having seen them walked in them lived in them even for a day, we keep forever in the mind's eye. They become indispensable to our well-being; they define us, and we say, I am who I am because I have been there, or there. Scott Momaday, "Revisiting Sacred Ground," in The Man Made of Words "What is it that awakens in my soul when I catch the scent of rain, when I see the sun and moon rise and set on all the colors of the earth, when I approach the heart of wilderness?
For indeed something does move and enliven me in my spirit, something that defines my very being in the world, I realize my humanity in proportion as I perceive my reflection in the landscape that enfolds me. It has always been so. Scott Momaday "But only the silence of the outer spheres encircles it; in all that wonderous expanse of magnificent precipices we hear no sound save our own voices and the whisper of the wind that comes and goes, breathing with the sound of centuries.
Dellenbaugh about Zion Canyon in The Important Places Child of mine Come as you grow In youth you will learn the secret places The cave behind the waterfall The arms of the oak that hold you high The stars so near on a desert ledge The important places And as with age you choose your own way among the many faces of a busy world May you always remember the path that leads you back Back to the important places -- From movie entitled "The Important Places" We cannot pluck a flower witout disturbing a star.
It is our own self we have to isolate and take back into possession. Family means no one gets left behind. Or forgotten. I found it, all on my own. It's little, and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good. I hope I never grow to be someone who can no longer see the small beautifu things. How is it that this safe return brings such regret? It must meet their needs, and speak plainly so that all men may know and understand what the law is. It is not to be made in any man's favor, but for the needs of all them who live in the land.
No man shall judge [condemn] the law which the King has given and the country chosen; neither shall he [the King] take it back without the will of the people. Species evolve and die off. Empires rise, then break apart. Businesses grow, then fold. There are no exceptions. I m OK with all that. Yet it pains me to bear witness to the sixth great extinction, where we humans are directly responsible for the extirpation of so many wonderful creatures and invaluable indigenous cultures.
It saddens me to observe the plight of our own species; we appear to be incapable of solving our problems. It's not the corporations out there, it's not the governments, it's us. We're the ones telling the corporations to make more stuff, and make it as cheap and as disposable as possible. We're not citizens anymore. We're consumers. That's what we're called.
It's just like being an alcoholic and being in denial that you're an alcoholic. We're in denial that each and every one of us is the problem. And until we face up to that, nothing's going to happen. So, there's a movement for simplifying your life: purchase less stuff, own a few things that are very high quality that last a long time, and that are multifunctional.
She just did it backwards and in high heels. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments. For it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, "There is no hurry. We shall get there some day.
Engineers believe that if it ain't broke, it doesn't have enough features yet. I'm dying and I'm having fun. And I'm going to keep having fun every day because there's no other way to play it. Find the best in everybody. Wait long enough and people will surprise and impress you. They are not there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something. The brick walls are there to stop people who don't want it badly enough. If you lead your life the right way, the karma will take care of itself.
The dreams will come to you. If I'm not as depressed as you think I should be, I'm sorry to disappoint you. We are here to add what we can to, not to get what we can from, life. It's how it's used. Like the Death Ray. In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate.
This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.
Governments should be afraid of their people. You must try things that may not work, and you must not let anyone define your limits because of where you come from. Your only limit is your soul. What I say is true - anyone can cook But not so.
Lalo there-- ran away from home at twelve, got hired by circus people as an acrobat, got fired for messing around with the ringmasters daughter. Horst has done time. He changes the story every time you ask him. CUT I robbed the second largest bank in France using only a ballpoint pen. CUT I created a hole in the ozone over Avignon. CUT I killed a man with-- he holds it up --this thumb. He's been banned from both Las Vegas and Monte Carlo. Apparently they did not win.
So you see, we are artists. More than cooks are we. They said, "We are afraid. They came. He pushed them And they flew. Harris "Most people are afraid of freedom. They are conditioned to be afraid of it. A politician is a statesman who places the nation at his service. The creative act, the defeat of habit by originality, overcomes everything. McKown "I contend that we are both atheists. I just believe in one fewer god than you do. When you understand why you dismiss all the other possible gods, you will understand why I dismiss yours.
To dig a vinyard is worthier exercise. It is poking and prying with a purpose. So called because it is neither rare nor well done. Discrimination leads to discrimination. Love doesn't need any name, category or definition.
Love is a world itself. Either you are in, at the center What is distinctive is never free, it is stamped with its own seal, conditioned and chained. Today should always be our most wonderful day. Ultimately, these psychological weaknesses may be more responsible for why civilizations have failed than resource shortages alone. But this tomfoolery, having passed through a very expensive machine, is somehow ennobled and no one dares criticize it.
There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest, and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city. There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same. There is the silence of emptiness, the silence of fear, the silence of doubt. There is a certain silence that can emanate from a lifeless object as from a chair lately used, or from a piano with old dust upon its keys, or from anything that has answered to the need of a man, for pleasure or for work.
This kind of silence can speak. Its voice may be melancholy, but it is not always so; for the chair may have been left by a laughing child or the last notes of the piano may have been raucous and gay. Whatever the mood or the circumstance, the essence of its quality may linger in the silence that follows. It is a soundless echo. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manor of thy friend's Or of thine own were: Any man's death diminishes me, Because I am involved in mankind, And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee. It was like thinking that all there is to your family are your parents, brothers and sisters, and then you realize there's a whole stretch of history that is an extension of who you are.
Behold the miracle of the Earth. With all the wonder of a child. You can resist beauty, but you can't resist charm. Each performance differs in subtle ways. Only a photo could do that. A video offers too much information and leaves little to the imagination; a photo invites the viewer to project and speculated about the subject and landscape and mood and energy of the day. You are surrounded by adventure. You both get dirty and the pig likes it.
This moment is your life. After some years, it can boast of a long series of successes. You are on the way to destruction You have no chance to survive. Hardy "An equation has no meaning for me unless it expresses a thought of God. I think prime numbers are like life.
They are very logical, but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them. O'Reilly: How big's the opposition? Chris: Thirty guns. O'Reilly: I admire your notion of fair odds, mister. Chris: What about him? Vin: Well, as he was falling people on each floor kept hearing him say, "So far, so good. So far, so good! Why, heh? Chris: I wonder myself.
Calvera: No, come on, tell me why. Vin: It's like this fellow I knew in El Paso. One day, he just took all his clothes off and jumped in a mess of cactus. I asked him that same question, Why? Vin: He said, "It seemed like a good idea at the time. Our fathers are cowards. O'Reilly: Don't you ever say that again about your fathers, because they are not cowards.
You think I am brave because I carry a gun; well, your fathers are much braver because they carry responsibility, for you, your brothers, your sisters, and your mothers. And this responsibility is like a big rock that weighs a ton.
It bends and it twists them until finally it buries them under the ground. And there's nobody says they have to do this. They do it because they love you, and because they want to. I have never had this kind of courage. Running a farm, working like a mule every day with no guarantee anything will ever come of it. This is bravery. Only the farmers won. We lost. We always lose. Seek what they sought. But being as this is a. Well, do ya, punk? The magnificent Arizona sunsets I have watched from my enclosure, I bequeath to all who see not only with their eyes, but with their hearts.
To humans who are tired, worried or discouraged, I bequeath the silence, majesty and peace of our great American desert. To those who walk the trails, I bequeath the early morning voices of the birds and the glory of the flowering desert in the springtime.
To the children who have enjoyed seeing me, hearing me purr, and watching me turn my somersaults, I offer the precious gift of laughter and joy. The world so needs these things. And lastly, I bequeath my own happy spirit, and affection for others, to all who may remember me and my museum where for three years, I did my best to show people that I truly liked them. It is home. The great mass of society, including those to whom it would be of the greatest benefit, is excluded from it.
In the nature of the case private parks can never be used by the mass of the people in any country nor by any considerable number even of the rich, except by the favor of a few, and in dependence on them. Thus without means are taken by government to withhold them from the grasp of individuals, all places favorable in scenery to the recreation of the mind and body will be closed against the great body of the people.
For the same reason that the water of rivers should be guarded against private appropriation and the use of it for the purpose of navigation and otherwise protected against obstructions, portions of natural scenery may therefore properly to guarded and cared for by government. To simply reserve them from monopoly by individuals, however, it will be obvious, is not all that is necessary. It is necessary that they should he laid open to the use of the body of the people.
I don't want a clunky answering machine, I want the message it saves, I don't want a CD, I want the music is plays, In other words, I don't want stuff, I want the needs or experiences it fullfills. I would make this day last for all time, Give you a night deep with moonshine.
Seuss "A person's a person, no matter how small. Seuss in Horton hears a Who "Promise me you'll remember, you are braver than you think, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think. Milne but probably from a Disney Winnie the Pooh movie "You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.
You are on your own. And you know what you know. And you are the one who'll decide where to go. Seuss "Believe me, every man has his secret sorrows, which the world knows not; and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad. You do not look at it; it looks at you and does not forgive. It's a shame it's so early. One should teach us how to make a living and the other how to live.
Surely these should never be confused in the mind of any man who has the slightest inlinkng of what culture is. For most of us it is essential that we should make a living In the complications of modern life and with our increased accumulation of knowledge, it doubtless helps greatly to compress some years of experience into far fewer years by studying for a particular trade or profession in an institution; but that fact should not blind us to another-- namely, that in so doing we are learning a trade or a profession, but are not getting a liberal education as human beings.
Walk to the edge. Play with abandon. Listen well. Choose without regret. Do what you love. Appreciate your friends. Act as if this is all there is. Kemsley "Must we have 'hooter cancer survivors'? He says what you're doing is necessary. Alone among God's primates, he kills for sport or lust or greed.
Yea, he will murder his brother to possess his brother's land. Let him not breed in great numbers, for he will make a desert of his home and yours. Shun him, for he is the harbinger of death. A mad house! Back in five minutes. Summer is good for reading history, for one has plenty of time. The autumn is good for reading ancient philosophers, because of the great diversity of thought and ideas.
Finally, spring is suitable for reading modern authors, for in spring one's spirit expands. October in my own land Vermont, in robes of splendor Sings with the woods of Maine, Alternate hallelujahs Of gold and crimson stain. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
It came to me when I tried to classify your species and I realized that you're not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment but you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed and the only way you can survive is to spread to another area.
There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You're a plague and we are the cure. Beyond it is another dimension. A dimension of sound. A dimension of sight.
A dimension of mind. You are moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into the Twilight Zone. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge.
This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's the signpost up ahead - your next stop, the Twilight Zone! Shedd "Faint heart never won fair lady.
It is inevitable. It's hardly a civilized pursuit. It's amazing how we spend so much time inventing devices to kill each other and so little time working on how to achieve peace. Only after the last river has been poisoned. Only after the last fish has been caught. Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten. I witnessed life at its fullest, Empty handed. Your nose is rather large!
Cyrano gravely : Rather. Valvert simpering : Oh well-- Cyrano coolly : Is that all? Valvert turns away with a shrug : Well of course-- Cyrano: Ah no, young sir! You are too simple. Why, you might have said -- Oh a great many things! Mon dieu, why waste your opportunity? You ought to have a cup made specially. Surely we have here the original! Hang your hat over that chandelier-- it hurts my eyes.
Call that a nose? Na na-- I be no fool like what you think I be--That there's a blue cucumber! Or -- parodying Faustus in the play-- "Was this the nose that launched a thousand ships and burned the topless towers of Ilium? A kiss, when all is said, what is it?
An oath that's ratified, a sealed promise, A heart's avowal claiming confirmation, A rose-dot on the 'i' of 'adoration'; A secret that to mouth, not ear, is whispered It's too crowded. You only use it when you travel. I knew the record would stand until it was broken. By a model is meant a mathematical construct which, with the addition of certain verbal interpretations, describes observed phenomena. The justification of such a mathematical construct is solely and precisely that it is expected to work.
Some are useful. Box "The scientist does not study nature because it is useful; he studies it because he delights in it, and he delights in it because it is beautiful. If nature were not beautiful, it would not be worth knowing, and if nature were not worth knowing, life would not be worth living.
Fishing is extremely poor, especially in August. That's one of the things wrong with history. My new song must float like a feather on the breath of God. It is the earth's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature. In my afternoon walk I would fain forget all my morning occupations and my obligations to Society.
But it sometimes happens that I cannot easily shake off the village. The thought of some work will run in my head and I am not where my body is - I am out of my senses. In my walks I would fain return to my senses. What business have I in the woods, if I am thinking of something out of the woods? Tufte "Power corrupts. Powerpoint corrupts absolutely. Tufte "Treat a virus with antibiotics and you get better in 7 days.
Do nothing and you are better in a week. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something I can do.
Can't a man alive mistreat me, 'cause I know who I am. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of Habit, the leaden weight of Routine, the cloak of many Cares and the slavery of Home, man feels once more happy. It isn't always comfortable.
Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that's okay. The journey changes you; it should change ou. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind. If you are anxious you are living in the future. If you are at peace you are living in the present.
In the pursuit of the Way, everyday something is dropped. You are on Pandora, ladies and gentlemen. Respect that fact every second of every day. Out there beyond that fence every living thing that crawls, flies, or squats in the mud wants to kill you and eat your eyes for jujubes.
We have an indigenous population of humanoids called the Na'vi. They're fond of arrows dipped in a neurotoxin that will stop your heart in one minute - and they have bones reinforced with naturally occurring carbon fiber. They are very hard to kill.
As head of security, it is my job to keep you alive. I will not succeed. Not with all of you. If you wish to survive, you need to cultivate a strong, mental atitude. You got to obey the rules: Pandora rules. Rule number one Quaritch from movie Avatar "This is the mark of a perfect character - to pass through each day as though it were the last, without agitation, without torpor, and without pretense.
Make your peace with that and all will be well. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that! Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. There goes the shawl again!
All I know is that when I consider the way they go about attaining it, I see them carried away headlong, grim and obsessed, in the general onrush of the human herd, unable to stop themselves or to change their direction.
All the while they claim to be just on the point of attaining happiness. When I knew the wind was strong, I attacked myself to make the race as hard as possible. But ride. But I'm not talking about a lactate threshold or anything like that; this threshold is harder to define because it's really a combination of physiological, psychological, and environmental factors.
At the same time, every racer who's broken through what I refer to as the "Competitive Threshold" knows what it is, even if they can't really describe it. When your fitness is below a given point relative to your competition you're racing to survive and holding on to a slight hope that if you survive long enough you might be able to launch one all-or-nothing bid for victory.
But when improve beyond your Competitive Threshold, survival is no longer an issue and a whole new world of opportunities opens up. Instead of fighting for wheels so you don't get dropped, you're fighting for wheels based on strategy. Instead of viewing the peloton as a place to find shelter, you start viewing it as a tool you can use to increase your chances of winning. You start acting like a hunter instead of a scavenger.
The farther you pedal, the heavier he feels. The harder you push, the tighter he squeezes your chest. The steeper the climb, the deeper he digs his jagged, sharp claws into your muscles. It doesn't matter if you're sprinting for an Olympic medal, a town sign, a trailhead, or the rest stop with the homemade brownies. If you never confront pain, you're missing the essence of the sport.
Without pain, there's no adversity. Without adversity, no challenge. Without challenge, no improvement. No improvement, no sense of accomplishment and no deep-down joy. Might as well be playing Tiddly-Winks. I'm alive. I'm looking.
I'm looking around. I'm feeling good. I'm so happy. I've got so many gold medals and ribbons and stuff, and that doesn't count. What counts is getting out there and doing the best I can do and show people what they can do. It never forgives weakness and extracts an unfair tribute of suffering. The most important factor you can keep in your own hands is yourself. I always placed the greatest emphasis on that.
Jane Kelly, The Anchorage Daily News in July "The wonderful things in life are the things you do, not the things you have" -- Reinhold Messner, alpinest "It's always further than it looks. It's always taller than it looks.
It's always harder than it looks. Now I have only good days or great days. They are far superior and always have been. Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. I you give her sperm she will give you a baby. If you give her a house, she will give you a home. If you give her groceries, she will give you a meal.
If you give her a smile, she will give you her heart. She multiples and enlarges what is given to her. So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit! I have children. When we get home, home is still the same.
But something in our mind has been changed, and that changes everything. Several new science papers suggest that getting away is an essential habit of effective thinking. When we escape from the place we spend most of our time, the mind is suddenly made aware of all those errant ideas we'd previously suppressed. We start thinking about obscure possibilitiebsthat never would have occurred to us if we'd stayed home. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.
Lawrence, "The Seven Pillars of Wisdom" " Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands: but he that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him, and makes me poor indeed. To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd.
To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day. Familiar in his mouth as household words Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remember'd; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,-- Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue-- A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use And dreadful objects so familiar That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell deeds: And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard. It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear. Katharina: Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing: They call me Katharina that do talk of me.
Petruchio: You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate, And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate, For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate, Take this of me, Kate of my consolation; Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs, Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.
Katharina: Moved! Come on, and kiss me, Kate. It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. Voice: The Village. Number 6: What do you want? Voice: Information. Number 6: Whose side are you on? Voice: Now that would be telling.
We want information. Number 6: You won't get it. Voice: By hook or crook we will. Number 6: Who are you? Voice: The new number 2. Number 6: Who is number 1? Voice: You are number 6. Number 6: I am not a number. I am a free man! Open, locks, Whoever knocks! Second Witch: Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
ALL: Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch: Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches' mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew Silver'd in the moon's eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron.
Second Witch: Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are of a most select and generous chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine ownself be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt. He does not seem to know where the center of the earth is. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist. The intelletual life of man consists almost wholly in his substitution of a conceptual order for the persceptual order in which his experience originally comes.
If it's in my mouth, it's mine. If I can take it from you, it's mine. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine. If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way. If I'm chewing something, all the pieces are mine. If it looks just like mine, it is mine.
If I saw it first, it's mine. If you are playing with something and you put it down, it automatically becomes mine. Sometimes she wished she were sleeping with the right man instead of with her dog, but she never felt she was sleeping with the wrong dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart.
You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion" -- anon In order to keep a true perspective of one's importance, everyone should have a dog that will worship him and a cat that will ignore him. Murtogg: No. Mullroy: No. Murtogg: But I have seen a ship with black sails. Is that what you're telling me? Mullroy: Like I said, there's no real ship as can match the Interceptor. And secondly, you must be a pirate for the Pirate's Code to apply, and you're not.
And thirdly, the Code is more what you'd call "guidelines" than actual rules. Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, Miss Turner. But there's no ship as can match the Interceptor for speed. Rooney And now to all the good dogs-- the special ones you loved best, those of ours we still miss -- good-bye, until, on some brighter day, in some fairer place, they run out again to greet us.
What we call each other ultimately becomes what we think of each other, and it matters. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar limbs. The dog has long been bemused by the singular activites and the curious practices of men, cocking his head inquiringly to one side, intently watching and listening to the strangest goings-on in the world. He has seen men sing together and fight one another in the same evening. He has watched them go to bed when it is time to get up, and get up when it is time to go to bed.
He has observed them destroying the soil in vast areas, and nurturing it in small patches. He has stood by while men built strong and solid houses for rest and quiet and then filled them with lights and bells and machinery. His sensitive nose, which can detect what's cooking in the next township, has caught at one and the same time the bewildering smells of the hospital and the munitions factory.
He has seen men raise up great cities to heaven and then blow them to hell. Show him you remember that he is Mr. Well, you know where he is. Confront the problem! It distracts from the now. Stowe "Man will occasionally stumble across the truth, but will usually pick himself up and carry on.
Then YOU feel successful about it; that's how success is measured. Save lives and you are a nurse. Ride to live. Robert Langdon: Father, I simply believe that religion I asked if you believe in God. Robert Langdon: I'm an academic. My mind tells me I will never understand God. Camerlengo Patrick McKenna: And your heart? Robert Langdon: Tells me I'm not meant to.
Faith is a gift that I have yet to receive. Barbara Brown Taylor "A powerful programming language is more than just a means for instructing a computer to perform tasks. The language also serves as a framework within which we organize our ideas about processes. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Dalberg Acton "Human beings The fact of the matter is that the 'real world' is to a large extent unconsciously built up on the language habits of the group. Dijkstra "The question of whether computers can think is just like the question of whether submarines can swim. Dijkstra "Computer Science is no more about computers than astronomy is about telescopes. Dijkstra "Computers are dull and boring; humans are clever and imaginative.
We humans make computers exciting. The History: Lennon got this song underway by swiping a line from " Baby, Let's Play House ," made famous by Elvis Presley in — then gave it a far more jealous edge. Never released as a single. Lennon's Line: John returned to this more than once over the years, saying he "always hated" it, that "Run for Your Life," was his "least favorite Beatles song," and calling it "just a sort of throwaway song of mine that I never thought much of.
The History: "Paperback Writer" marked the end of a hectic cycle, envisioned by Brian Epstein and George Martin , in which the Beatles would release two albums and four stand-alone singles each year. Lennon argued that it led them to a cookie-cutter result. Lennon's Line: Referring to his own single featuring a "lick on a fuzzy, loud guitar," John dismissed "Paperback Writer" as "son of 'Day Tripper.
Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band The History: Dusted off in December sessions for Sgt. Pepper as McCartney's own father was turning 64, this track actually dates back to before the Beatles. Paul wrote an early version on the family piano when he was about He'd later vamp on it when the Beatles had equipment break downs during very early club dates.
Lennon's Line: Lennon sneeringly described McCartney's songs in this music-hall style as "granny music shit," according to engineer Geoff Emerick. I would never dream of writing a song like that. The History: Dating back to February and March , "Good Morning Good Morning" was initially sparked by a Kellogg's cereal television commercial that was playing in the background. Lennon's stream-of-consciousness tale concludes with a roaring stampede of animals.
On the Charts: Never released as a single. Lennon's Line: "I'm not interested in writing about people like that," he said in I don't know anything about secretaries and postmen and meter maids. The History: A popular theory at the time was that "Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds," recorded in February and March , held a coded reference to psychedelic drugs.
But Lucy O'Donnell was actually the name of a school friend found in a drawing by John Lennon's four-year-old son Julian. The classic fairy tale Alice in Wonderland also had a clear influence on this song's imagery.
Winston O'Boogie. It's abysmal, you know? I mean, it is a great track, a great song, but it isn't a great track because it wasn't made right. You know what I mean? Lennon, who admitted to being angry that "I Am the Walrus" appeared as this song's B-side, just thought "Hello Goodbye" was goofy.
On the Charts: This chart-topping song was recorded during October sessions, then became the Beatles' final single in a year of remarkable output. Lennon's Line: "[Hello Goodbye] smells a mile away," he said in withering comments to Playboy , adding that it "wasn't a great piece. The History: Lennon couldn't quite nail this one down. Originally recorded in February , "Across the Universe" took a circuitous route before finally appearing on Let It Be.
On the Charts: Never issued as a single. Lennon's Line: "It was a lousy track of a great song, and I was so disappointed by it," he told Sheff, blaming the others — specifically McCartney — for not "supporting me or helping me with it. Paul would sort of subconsciously try and destroy a great song, meaning that we'd play experimental games with my great pieces. Usually, we'd spend hours doing little detailed clean-ups of Paul's songs; when it came to mine, especially if it was a great song like 'Strawberry Fields' or 'Across the Universe,' somehow this atmosphere of looseness and casualness and experimentation would creep in.
The History: The Beatles' first release of was recorded just before they left for a doomed trip to study under the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi. Pepper -era work. Lennon's Line: "Good piano lick, but the song never really went anywhere," he said in The History: McCartney celebrated the pre-reggae sounds of Jamaican ska on this track, which was written while the Beatles were in India and then recorded in July Fans apparently had come to agree with Lennon by then, since the song ended up stalling out at No.
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