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Friday, April 29, 2011

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We have five senses in which we glory and which we recognize and celebrate, senses that constitute the sensible world for us. But there are other senses - secret senses, sixth senses, if you will - equally vital, but unrecognized, and unlauded. ~Oliver Sacks



Perhaps imagination is only intelligence having fun. ~George Scialabba



Astrology is one of the earliest attempts made by man to find the order hidden behind or within the confusing and apparent chaos that exists in the world. ~Karen Hamaker-Zondag



Do I rue a life wasted doing crosswords? Yes, but I do know the three-letter-word for regret. ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com



If you can't sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there worrying. It's the worry that gets you, not the lack of sleep. ~Dale Carnegie



Lend, by your imperfections, self-esteem to others, and you will be invited everywhere. ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com



Mirth is God's medicine. Everybody ought to bathe in it. ~Henry Ward Beecher



An imaginary ailment is worse than a disease. ~Yiddish Proverb



My body is here, but my mind has already teed off. ~Author Unknown



People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use. ~Soren Kierkegaard



All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his. ~Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest, 1895



The kaleidoscope of colour which is my life, shows the interesting choices I've made along the way. ~Antie Koekie, http://antiekoekie.co.za



To unpathed waters, undreamed shores. ~William Shakespeare



"If you don't know what you want," the doorman said, "you end up with a lot you don't." ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 5



Men love their country, not because it is great, but because it is their own. ~Seneca



As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream, the great door, that does not look like a door, opens. ~Stephen Graham, The Gentle Art of Tramping



I asked Ring Lardner the other day how he writes his short stories, and he said he wrote a few widely separated words or phrases on a piece of paper and then went back and filled in the spaces. ~Harold Ross



I am chained to the earth to pay for the freedom of my eyes. ~Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin



The great ages of prose are the ages in which men shave. The great ages of poetry are those in which they allow their beards to grow. ~Robert Lynd



Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle. ~James Russell Lowell, "Cambridge Thirty Years Ago," Literary Essays