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Criticism alone can sever the root of materialism, fatalism, atheism, free-thinking, fanaticism, and superstition, which can be injurious universally; as well as of idealism and skepticism, which are dangerous chiefly to the Schools, and hardly allow of being handed on to the public.
Immanuel KantHow dreadful it is when the right judge judges wrong!
SophoclesA poet more than thirty years old is simply an overgrown child.
H. L. MenckenI might have made a tactical error not going to a physician for 20 years. It was one of those phobias that didn't pay off.
Warren ZevonWe all die. The one thing you share with every mortal is death.
Anne RiceIt is found by experience that admirable laws and right precedents among the good have their origin in the misdeeds of others.
Cornelius TacitusThe greater the ignorance the greater the dogmatism.
Sir William OslerYeah, I knew I had a great deal of skill as a writer, and the writing was sort of the trail I blazed, in a way.
John MiliusBefore you act consider; when you have considered, tis fully time to act.
SallustTwenty-three is old. It's almost 25, which is like almost mid-20s.
Jessica SimpsonThe truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.
Flannery O'ConnorI tore myself away from the safe comfort of certainties through my love for the truth; and truth rewarded me.
Simone de BeauvoirMy whole career can be summed up with 'Ignorance is bliss.' When you do not know better, you do not really worry about failing.
Jeff FoxworthyUnder the influence of art the walls expand, the roof rises, and it becomes a temple.
Robert IngersollI have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know no way of judging the future but by the past.
UnknownA lawyer without history or literature is a mechanic, a mere working mason; if he possesses some knowledge of these, he may venture to call himself an architect.
Walter ScottFRIST POEM
A rainbow comes pouring into my window, I am electrified.
Songs burst from my breast, all my crying stops, mistory fills
the air.
I look for my shues under my bed.
A fat colored woman becomes my mother.
I have no false teeth yet. Suddenly ten children sit on my lap.
I grow a beard in one day.
I drink a hole bottle of wine with my eyes shut.
I draw on paper and I feel I am two again. I want everybody to
talk to me.
I empty the garbage on the tabol.
I invite thousands of bottles into my room, June bugs I call them.
I use the typewritter as my pillow.
A spoon becomes a fork before my eyes.
Bums give all their money to me.
All I need is a mirror for the rest of my life.
My frist five years I lived in chicken coups with not enough
bacon.
My mother showed her witch face in the night and told stories of
blue beards.
My dreams lifted me right out of my bed.
I dreamt I jumped into the nozzle of a gun to fight it out with a
bullet.
I met Kafka and he jumped over a building to get away from me.
My body turned into sugar, poured into tea I found the meaning
of life
All I needed was ink to be a black boy.
I walk on the street looking for eyes that will caress my face.
I sang in the elevators believing I was going to heaven.
I got off at the 86th floor, walked down the corridor looking for
fresh butts.
My comes turns into a silver dollar on the bed.
I look out the window and see nobody, I go down to the street,
look up at my window and see nobody.
So I talk to the fire hydrant, asking "Do you have bigger tears
then I do?"
Nobody around, I piss anywhere.
My Gabriel horns, my Gabriel horns: unfold the cheerfulies,
my gay jubilation.
Nov. 24th, 1957, Paris
Let it be understood, America is on the side of the people struggling for an honest democratic government in Ethiopia.
Dana RohrabacherMichael and I talk at least every two weeks. He understands why I've done the things I have.
LaToya JacksonSome people imagine that nuclear war will mean instant and painless death. But for millions this will not be the case. The accounts of the injured at Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and of the doctors who tried to tend them, witness to the horrors and torments which would be magnified thousands of times over in the kinds of attack we analyse here. . .
Stan Openshaw - DoomsdayRIBROASTER, n. Censorious language by oneself concerning another. The word is of classical refinement, and is even said to have been used in a fable by Georgius Coadjutor, one of the most fastidious writers of the fifteenth century -- commonly, indeed, regarded as the founder of the Fastidiotic School.
Ambrose BierceMONKEY, n. An arboreal animal which makes itself at home in genealogical trees.
Ambrose BierceYou can't learn too soon that the most useful thing about a principle is that it can always be sacrificed to expediency.
W. Somerset MaughamIt is a barren kind of criticism which tells you what a thing is not.
R. W. GriswoldIf the man had every other baby there would never be a fourth.
Catherine Hoban-Robinson
