tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106281702024-03-05T22:00:16.998-06:00Philosophy in the Morgue"Method of this work: literary montage. I need say nothing. Only show."
--- Walter BenjaminAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.comBlogger372125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-50401900114990778312009-01-23T10:27:00.000-06:002009-01-23T10:28:36.986-06:00Winter, 1945"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape — the loneliness of it — the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show.<blockquote></blockquote>Andrew WyethAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-38085703469945103842008-12-28T13:40:00.001-06:002008-12-28T13:43:09.050-06:00Down<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtLQ-lwUzsMPEy2ZZ9eJ6HeUWQPweBpIJSOQdrYLKPX1cXqnCGI2tNLx4jhUYofo7ES69abz664gqmlZoxhr18AoRn9QrzhsL8zdStrN0Px3T9i9_aFEFiHWIX8iC_dQiJ93AQ-w/s1600-h/keillor-2-650.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtLQ-lwUzsMPEy2ZZ9eJ6HeUWQPweBpIJSOQdrYLKPX1cXqnCGI2tNLx4jhUYofo7ES69abz664gqmlZoxhr18AoRn9QrzhsL8zdStrN0Px3T9i9_aFEFiHWIX8iC_dQiJ93AQ-w/s320/keillor-2-650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284928798455829794" /></a><br />“Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.”<br /><blockquote></blockquote>Edna St. Vincent MillayAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-71274182854032798422008-12-23T11:08:00.000-06:002008-12-23T11:10:02.402-06:00Mum and DadThey fuck you up, your mum and dad<br />They may not mean to, but they do.<br />They fill you with the faults they had<br />And add some extra, just for you.<br /> – Philip LarkinAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-62731076370035249832008-11-21T05:52:00.000-06:002008-11-21T05:53:17.530-06:00Stillness"It is difficult for a camel to go through the eye of a needle and difficult for the man of the world to find stillness; whether he is powerful or insignificant, it is difficult to find stillness in life's noise... [and] whoever says that this stillness does not exist is merely making noise. Have you ever really heard that anyone in stillness made up his mind that it does not exist, even though you probably have heard big words and loud talk and noisy doings to get rid of stillness in order to have, instead of conscience and stillness and God's voice delivering judgment in stillness, a nature-echo from the crowd, a confused collective scream, a general opinion in which one, out of cowardice, fearing for oneself, is not alone. But you, my listener, if you fear this stillness, even though you are doing your best to have a conscience (without stillness conscience does not exist at all) and to have a good conscience, then keep on, then endure it; this stillness is not the stillness of death in which you perish, it is not the sickness unto death -- it is the transition to life."<br />--------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />~Source: Three Discourses on Imagined Occasions: "On the Occasion of a Confession" (1845)<br />Author: Søren KierkegaardAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-34196145816118926662008-10-16T16:37:00.000-05:002008-10-16T16:39:26.920-05:00My wifeMy wife. She looked straight at me one day. That afternoon, a little over a year ago, we made our son, and I thought that that’s how all people come together. A person arrives out of nowhere, for no special reason or for a reason that’s unclear, and offers himself or herself to someone else, who finds it perfectly natural, since that’s how all people come together, and in that great moment they both give themselves to each other for life, without looking back or thinking twice, they both give themselves to each other for life, since from that great moment on, the rest of life will be equally natural, inexplicable, and grand.<blockquote></blockquote>The Implacable Order of Things - By José Luís Peixoto<br />Nan. A Talese/Doubleday, 2008Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-63218351077965759432008-08-13T07:47:00.001-05:002008-08-13T07:50:08.647-05:00The cemetery<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieSmhF8hQ11lydygrvZkbuZ-sIgv3eDGF5odOwgKuX7LM8IUtPmeSn4PpJMyzdF38n73c4al2RpkuN7RoaKkbgn-mEZqFAYO5C5oopXJZd7TPNHSZR4rOEREKZapJ0vIMJusRugQ/s1600-h/church_ruin1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieSmhF8hQ11lydygrvZkbuZ-sIgv3eDGF5odOwgKuX7LM8IUtPmeSn4PpJMyzdF38n73c4al2RpkuN7RoaKkbgn-mEZqFAYO5C5oopXJZd7TPNHSZR4rOEREKZapJ0vIMJusRugQ/s320/church_ruin1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233983592695258498" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="quote"><span class="quote-marks">“</span>The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.<span class="quote-marks">”</span></p><div class="quote-author">Percy Bysshe Shelley</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-2166056013809305582008-08-13T07:41:00.001-05:002008-08-13T07:43:57.802-05:00Final Reward<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1L761Cxc1CwY9323xwBTbrFfc0WnB8_IONP9acmmi66ZG4zVymMkgS9ziqQcLg2bjeBECLMDcpUonQJAadvnieyyWOankkld-f1ai9YYuoOK_HhGVsM5Q_ZH6CJCuLQv13O0MIw/s1600-h/glendaloughcowicklowireland_1280x800.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1L761Cxc1CwY9323xwBTbrFfc0WnB8_IONP9acmmi66ZG4zVymMkgS9ziqQcLg2bjeBECLMDcpUonQJAadvnieyyWOankkld-f1ai9YYuoOK_HhGVsM5Q_ZH6CJCuLQv13O0MIw/s320/glendaloughcowicklowireland_1280x800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233981936390624754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p style="text-align: center;" class="quote"><span class="quote-marks">“</span>The final reward of the dead - to die no more.<span class="quote-marks">”</span></p><div style="text-align: center;" class="quote-author">Nietzsche</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-39011381591929749462008-08-13T07:29:00.002-05:002008-08-13T07:33:14.700-05:00Death<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_aDJ0J0KPmzZ26Yl3VvVoKq5Z4r1nOUvm0j5u0nSg34pXYiG3PMSGaE3QIiNl6U0MU-jOIdmT0Oh3YUzmQ8ioP7pJhRhS7sL2NiGwErtIFztCiVSTcDMEN9azHUfO2zO3-EP6VA/s1600-h/death1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_aDJ0J0KPmzZ26Yl3VvVoKq5Z4r1nOUvm0j5u0nSg34pXYiG3PMSGaE3QIiNl6U0MU-jOIdmT0Oh3YUzmQ8ioP7pJhRhS7sL2NiGwErtIFztCiVSTcDMEN9azHUfO2zO3-EP6VA/s320/death1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233978881486470418" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: center;" class="quote"><span class="quote-marks">“</span>I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death.<span class="quote-marks">”</span></p> Edna St. Vincent MillayAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-60182329958976954952008-08-07T11:54:00.000-05:002008-08-07T11:55:33.420-05:00A Man Doesn't Have Time in his Life<strong><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">A Man Doesn't Have Time in his Life</span></strong><br /><a href="http://www.ithl.org.il/amichai/on.html">Yehuda Amichai</a><img title="Person_poet_yehuda_amichai" alt="Person_poet_yehuda_amichai" src="http://3quarksdaily.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/08/07/person_poet_yehuda_amichai.jpg" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px; float: right; width: 144px; height: 172px;" border="0" width="144" height="172" /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">A man doesn't have time in his life</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">to have time for everything.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">He doesn't have seasons enough to have</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Was wrong about that.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">...............................</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">A man needs to love and to hate at the same moment,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">to laugh and cry with the same eyes,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">with the same hands to throw stones and to gather them,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">to make love in war and war in love.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">And to hate and forgive and remember and forget,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">to arrange and confuse, to eat and to digest</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">what history</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">takes years and years to do.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">...............................</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">A man doesn't have time.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">When he loses he seeks, when he finds</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">he forgets, when he forgets he loves, when he loves</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">he begins to forget.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">...............................</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">And his soul is seasoned, his soul</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">is very professional.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Only his body remains forever</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">an amateur. It tries and it misses,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">gets muddled, doesn't learn a thing,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">drunk and blind in its pleasures</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">and its pains.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">...............................</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">He will die as figs die in autumn,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Shriveled and full of himself and sweet,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">the leaves growing dry on the ground,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">the bare branches pointing to the place</span></p> <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">where there's time for everything.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-15894231777999681152008-07-07T11:35:00.000-05:002008-07-07T11:36:28.588-05:00The ProblemWe haven’t yet solved the problem of God,” the Russian critic Belinsky once shouted across the table at Turgenev, “and you want to eat!”Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-8329121046310519882008-07-01T09:35:00.000-05:002008-07-01T09:37:37.668-05:00Read<b>Read the best books first, or you may not have a chance to read them at all.</b> . . . Certainly we do not need to be soothed and entertained always like children. He who resorts to the easy novel, because he is languid, does no better than if he took a nap.<blockquote></blockquote>Henry D. Thoreau, <i>A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers</i>, 1849<blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-32619688161536128692008-06-09T08:22:00.000-05:002008-06-09T08:24:24.563-05:00Religious BeliefsAll religious beliefs prompt rejection. Souls are reincarnated? Ridiculous. The Bible is divinely inspired? Dangerous nonsense. Muhammad is the prophet of God? Poppycock. Jesus rose from the dead? Absurd. It is the common fate of doctrines to be dismissed; you’d almost think that’s what they were made for.<blockquote></blockquote>Alan Jacobs, Original Sin: A Cultural History, p. ix.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-31798915227894148662008-05-04T10:49:00.000-05:002008-05-04T10:50:24.251-05:00All men are bores"All men are bores. The word itself suggests the possibility of a subdivision. It may just as well indicate a man who bores others as one who bores himself. Those who bore others are the mob, the crowd, the infinite multitude of men in general. Those who bore themselves are the elect, the aristocracy; and it is curious that those who do not bore themselves usually bore others, while those who bore themselves entertain others."<blockquote></blockquote>~Source: Either/Or (1843)<br />Author: Søren KierkegaardAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-16424257613927146612008-02-27T16:22:00.002-06:002008-02-27T16:28:08.985-06:00Bookshelves<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS1b41RxbRcf45Pm_0JH3z-uz0BctsE3AtDMqgt0aIOgUkQ6NWOcT6eFc3rs4IH9LArAWhr4QXRXRtReT2yG16s-BusmZ3cRwwCMGSoh6vCmrZwQjUCzIJeofFiG3Y4NBX1EKhxA/s1600-h/BookIcon.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS1b41RxbRcf45Pm_0JH3z-uz0BctsE3AtDMqgt0aIOgUkQ6NWOcT6eFc3rs4IH9LArAWhr4QXRXRtReT2yG16s-BusmZ3cRwwCMGSoh6vCmrZwQjUCzIJeofFiG3Y4NBX1EKhxA/s320/BookIcon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171790275962743874" /></a><br />“Bookshelves are not for displaying books you’ve read. Rather, the books on your shelves are there to convey the type of person you would like to be.”<blockquote></blockquote>Ezra KleinAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-19493852097048580962008-02-27T16:01:00.002-06:002008-02-27T16:09:09.392-06:00"I Will Follow You Into the Dark"Love of mine some day you will die<br />But I'll be close behind<br />I'll follow you into the dark<br /><br />No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white<br />Just our hands clasped so tight<br />Waiting for the hint of a spark<br /><br />If Heaven and Hell decide<br />That they both are satisfied<br />To illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs<br />If there's no one beside you<br />When your soul embarks<br />Then I'll follow you into the dark<br /><br />In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule<br />I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black<br />And I held my tongue as she told me<br />"Son fear is the heart of love"<br />So I never went back<br /><br />If Heaven and Hell decide<br />That they both are satisfied<br />To illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs<br />If there's no one beside you<br />When your soul embarks<br />Then I'll follow you into the dark<br /><br />You and me have seen everything to see<br />From Bangkok to Calgary<br />And the soles of your shoes are all worn down<br />The time for sleep is now<br />It's nothing to cry about<br />Cause we'll hold each other soon<br />The blackest of rooms<br /><br />If Heaven and Hell decide<br />That they both are satisfied<br />To illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs<br />If there's no one beside you<br />When your soul embarks<br />Then I'll follow you into the dark<br />Then I'll follow you into the dark<br /><blockquote></blockquote>Death Cab for Cutie<br /><br />( from the album Plans on Atlantic Records )<br /><h3><br /></h3>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-9230263931395161212007-12-13T16:35:00.000-06:002007-12-13T16:36:31.375-06:00The BibliophileIt is all so sad, a library of unread books.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-29649249535778163172007-12-04T18:39:00.000-06:002007-12-04T18:40:23.590-06:00The Garden of LoveAnd I saw it was filled with graves,<br /> And tomb-stones where flowers should be;<br /> And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,<br /> And binding with briars my joys & desires.<blockquote></blockquote>William Blake - “The Garden of Love”Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-12930695258783736652007-09-19T06:46:00.000-05:002007-09-19T06:51:10.635-05:00Thought-of-the-Day"Perhaps the world's second-worst crime is boredom; the first is being a bore."<br />Cecil BeatonAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-19839108052071247912007-09-19T06:44:00.000-05:002007-09-19T06:46:43.739-05:00Tears<p class="quote"><span class="quote-marks">“</span>The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.<span class="quote-marks">”</span></p><div class="quote-author">Harriet Beecher Stowe 1811-189</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-3334590759958819232007-09-17T14:46:00.000-05:002007-09-17T14:47:50.362-05:00Meaning of life?A timely reminder to all of us who like collecting books!<br /><br />Meaning of life?<br />Collecting books? No, read them!<br />Reading them? No, think about!<br />Thinking about? No, do something for God and for your neighbour!<br />—Karl Barth, Basle, 2.11.1954Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-86660740932727346412007-09-03T13:44:00.000-05:002007-09-03T13:46:05.929-05:00Useless to resist"A dying man needs to die as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist."<br />Stewart AlsopAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-48683001728108844712007-09-03T13:43:00.000-05:002007-09-03T13:44:18.017-05:00taphophilia (taf′ō-fil′ē-ă)taphophilia (taf′ō-fil′ē-ă) <br /><br />ORIGIN: <br />From the Greek words taphos, meaning "tomb" or "sepulcher" and philia, meaning "attraction or affinity to something, in particular the love or obsession with something" <br /><br />DEFINITION: 1. An excessive interest in graves and cemeteries. 2. A love or fondness for funerals, graves, and cemeteries. 3. In psychiatry, a morbid attraction to graves and cemeteriesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-49009031034477218882007-08-20T09:17:00.000-05:002007-08-20T09:18:47.537-05:00Deep in my heartDeep in my heart I bear grief, outwardly I must be serene. I conceal my dear deep grief within, well out of sight of the world, and it is felt by the soul alone, for the body does not deserve it. As the spark, free and bright, hides itself within flint, so I bear deep grief within.<blockquote></blockquote>Eric Sams, The Songs of Hugo WolfAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-30324123465083018352007-06-23T06:19:00.000-05:002007-06-23T06:21:52.093-05:00Faith“All faith is autopsy”<blockquote></blockquote>Søren Kierkegaard—Journals, 1844Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10628170.post-32198822297511664532007-06-20T05:27:00.000-05:002007-06-20T05:29:22.143-05:00Atheist's Bible"All thinking men are atheists," Ernest Hemingway famously wrote. True? Here are quips, quotes, and questions from a distinguished assortment of geniuses and jokers, giving readers a chance to decide for themselves....<br /><br />When I think of all the harm [the bible] has done, I despair of ever writing anything to equal it.<br />Oscar Wilde<br /><br />SAINT, n. A dead sinner revised and edited.<br />Ambrose Bierce<br /><br />There ain't no answer. There ain't going to be any answer. There never has been an answer. That's the answer.<br />Gertrude Stein<br /><br />Do not let yourself be deceived: great intellects are skeptical.<br />Friedrich Nietzsche<br /><br />Millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.<br />Susan Ertz<br /><br />God is love, but get it in writing.<br />Gypsy Rose Lee<br /><br />Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of our own mind.<br />Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /><br />The fact that a believer is happier than a skeptic is no more to the point than the fact that a drunken man is happier than a sober one.<br />George Bernard Shaw<br /> <br />Published June, 2007 by HarperCollins Publishers, Hardcover, 208 Pages, ISBN: 9780061349157, ISBN-10: 0061349151, List Price $16.95. by Konner, JoanAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05138082386082877365noreply@blogger.com0