December 21, 2012
Courage isn't the oak that sees storms come and go, but the fragile little blossom that opens in the snow. ~ Marie Frando
November 30, 2012
Maybe its bred in the bone, but the sound of pipes is a little bit of heaven to some of us. ~ Nancy O'Keefe
November 07, 2012
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up. ~ Pablo Picasso
October 01, 2012
Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle, moaning over head
Scribbling on the sky the message "He is Dead."
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever. I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can come to any good.
~ W. H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle, moaning over head
Scribbling on the sky the message "He is Dead."
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever. I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can come to any good.
~ W. H. Auden
August 27, 2012
The only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little further down our particular path than we have yet got ourselves. ~ E. M. Forster
August 26, 2012
I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do because I notice it always coincides with their own desires. ~ Susan B. Anthony
July 09, 2012
An artist cannot talk about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture. ~ Jean Cocteau
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