Quotable Quotes.
Across the years I have walked with you,
In deep green forests, on shores of sand.
And when our time on earth is through,
In the beyond too, you will have my hand.
Where is the face of humanity in our incessesent,
never ending quest for happiness and success?
To believe in God is impossible. Not to believe in God is absurd.
The last thing a man wants to do is the last thing he does.
... to lie awake between the hours of 2 and 4 in the morning
when the chrysalis of faint misgiving becomes the butterfly of panic.
When the gods want to punish you, they answer your prayers.
Grief is a species of idleness.
Illigitimi non carborundum
Don’t let the bastards grind you down.
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
Expectation is the death of serenity.
Anything that is worth knowing, cannot be taught.
Fall down seven times, stand-up eight.
May those who love us, love us.
And those that don't love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we'll know them by their limping.
Into my heart an air that kills
From far yon country blows.
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went,
And cannot come again.
In deep green forests, on shores of sand.
And when our time on earth is through,
In the beyond too, you will have my hand.
Where is the face of humanity in our incessesent,
never ending quest for happiness and success?
To believe in God is impossible. Not to believe in God is absurd.
The last thing a man wants to do is the last thing he does.
... to lie awake between the hours of 2 and 4 in the morning
when the chrysalis of faint misgiving becomes the butterfly of panic.
When the gods want to punish you, they answer your prayers.
Grief is a species of idleness.
Illigitimi non carborundum
Don’t let the bastards grind you down.
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
Expectation is the death of serenity.
Anything that is worth knowing, cannot be taught.
Fall down seven times, stand-up eight.
May those who love us, love us.
And those that don't love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we'll know them by their limping.
Into my heart an air that kills
From far yon country blows.
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went,
And cannot come again.
