posted October 06, 2007 05:47 PM            

"What does not kill me makes me stronger...
Philosophize with a hammer!"
~ Friedrich Wilhem Nietzsche

"Milk for babes, and meat for strong men."
~ Saint Paul of Tarsus

"Sacred cows make the best hamburgers."
~ Mark Twain

posted November 05, 2007 11:24 AM            

The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in anything.

posted November 05, 2007 04:42 PM            

~ Harvey Danger

"A little philosophy inclineth man's mind to atheism,
but depth in philosophy bringeth men's minds about to religion."

~ Sir Francis Bacon

“Silence is the virtue of fools”

~ Sir Francis Bacon

posted November 05, 2007 04:52 PM            

~ Heart-Shaped Cross

posted November 08, 2007 03:18 AM            

Wisdom is everywhere uttered. Even a shallow man has his Odyssy to tell,
and it is always bubbling up,
but many a man is too deep for us to get at the treasures within him.

posted November 08, 2007 02:52 PM            

I AM...
the artist putting the finishing touches on his masterpiece,
unable to leave it alone.

I AM...
the gauge that perfects the statue
and splits it in two.

posted November 11, 2007 12:57 PM            

~ John Keats

FATE

Delicate omens traced in air
To the lone bard true witness bare;
Birds with auguries on their wings
Chanted undeceiving things
Him to beckon, him to warn;
Well might then the poet scorn
To learn of scribe or courier
Hints writ in vaster character;
And on his mind, at dawn of day,
Soft shadows of the evening lay.
For the prevision is allied
Unto the thing so signified;
Or say, the foresight that awaits
Is the same Genius that creates.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

posted November 11, 2007 12:58 PM            

~ Plato

posted November 13, 2007 12:18 AM            

"Being a Mama is painful, though -
having your heart walk around outside your body like that."

posted November 19, 2007 03:38 PM            

I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.

Girls, you never know what they're going to think.

The thing is, most of the time when you're coming pretty close to doing it with a girl, she keeps telling you to stop. The trouble with me is, I stop. Most guys don't. I can't help it. You never really know whether they want you to stop or whether they're just scared as hell, or whether they're just telling you to stop so that if you do go through with it, the blame'll be on you, not them. Anyway, I keep stopping. The trouble is, I get to feeling sorry for them.

I mean most girls are so dumb and all. After you neck them for a while, you can really watch them losing their brains. You take a girl when she really gets passionate, she just hasn't any brains.

Ask her if she still keeps all her kings in the back row.

People always think something's all true.

People never notice anything.

People always clap for the wrong things.

People never believe you.

People never give your message to anybody.

Sensitive. That killed me. That guy Morrow was about as sensitive as a toilet seat.

All morons hate it when you call them a moron.

Catholics are always trying to find out if you're Catholic.

Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.

I'm sort of an atheist. I like Jesus and all, but I don't care too much for most of the other stuff in the Bible. Take the Disciples, for instance. They annoyed the hell out of me, if you want to know the truth. They were all right after Jesus was dead and all, but while He was alive, they were about as much use to Him as a hole in the head. All they did was keep letting Him down. I like almost anybody in the Bible better than the Disciples. If you want to know the truth, the guy I like best in the Bible, next to Jesus, was that lunatic and all, that lived in the tombs and kept cutting himself with stones. I like him ten times as much as the Disciples, that poor b-stard.

posted November 19, 2007 04:05 PM              

Sometime during eternity
some guy shows up
and one of them
who shows up real late
is a kind of carpenter
from some square-type place
like Galilee

and he starts wailing
and claiming he is hip
to who made heaven
and earth
and that the cat
who really laid it on us
is his Dad

And moreover
he adds
It's all writ down
on some scroll-type parchments
which some henchmen
leave lying around the Dead Sea somewheres
a long time ago
and which you won't even find
for a coupla thousand years or so
or at least for
nineteen hundred and fortyseven
of them
to be exact
and even then
nobody really believes them
or me
for that matter

You're hot
they tell him

And they cool him

They stretch him on the Tree to cool

And everybody after that
is always making models
of this Tree
with Him hung up
and always crooning His name
and calling Him to come down
and sit in
on their combo
as if he is the king cat
who's got to blow
or they can't quite make it

Only he don't come down
from His Tree

Him just hang there
on His Tree
looking real Petered out
and real cool
and also
according to a roundup
of late world news
from the usual unrealiable sources
real dead

posted November 22, 2007 02:56 AM            

Who on the child its true name dares bestow?
The few who somewhat of these things have known,
Who their full hearts unguardedly reveal'd,
Nor thoughts, nor feelings, from the mob conceal'd,
Have died on crosses, or in flames been thrown!
~ Faust

Men's wretchedness in soothe I so deplore,
Not even I would plague the sorry creatures more.
~ Mephistopheles
(Goethe "Faust")

I feel myself a stranger. For the sea
Doth sever me, alas! from those I love,
And day by day upon the shore I stand,
My soul still seeking for the land of Greece.
~ Iphigenia
(Goethe "Iphigenia in Taurus")

"Alas for him! who friendless and alone,
Remote from parents and from brethren dwells;
From him grief snatches every coming joy
Ere it doth reach his lip. His restless thoughts
Revert for ever to his father's halls,
Where first to him the radiant sun unclos'd
The gates of heav'n; where closer, day by day,
Brothers and sisters, leagu'd in pastime sweet,
Around each other twin'd the bonds of love.
~ Iphigenia

When the Powers on high decree
For a feeble child of earth
Dire perplexity and woe,
And his spirit doom to pass
With tumult wild from joy to grief,
And back again from grief to joy,
In fearful alternation;
They in mercy then provide,
In the precincts of his home,
Or upon the distant shore,
That to him may never fail
Ready help in hours of need,
A tranquil, faithful friend.
~ Ipheginia

Let's plunge ourselves into the roar of time, the whirl of accident;
may pain and pleasure, success and failure, shift as they will -
it's only action that can make a man.
~ Faust

He who is used
To act and to command, knows not the art,
From far, with subtle tact, to guide discourse
Through many windings to its destin'd goal.
~ Arkas
("Ipheginia in Taurus")