Monday, November 24, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
"With out friends no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods." Aristotle
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road runs by
To many-towered Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.1
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.
By the margin, willow veiled
Slide the heavy barges trailed
By slow horses; and unhailed
The shallop flitteth silken-sailed
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand? 25
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?
Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley,
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly,
Down to towered Camelot:
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers "'Tis the fairy
Lady of Shalott."
Monday, November 17, 2008
"Never continue in a job you don't enjoy. If you're happy in what you're doing, you'll like yourself, you'll have inner peace. And if you have that, along with phyisical health, you will have had more success than you could possibly have imagined. " Johnny Carson
Friday, November 14, 2008
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
If music be the food of love, play on;
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Today I am feeling like a bit of Shakespeare. So here is one of my favorite sonnets.
Monday, November 10, 2008
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed. " Carl Jung
Thursday, November 6, 2008
For the beauty of the earth,
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
"He enjoys true leisure who has time to improve his soul's estate." Henry David Thoreau
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
"Take it from Richard, poor and lame,
Monday, November 3, 2008
"There is more difference in the quality of our pleasures than in the amount." Ralph Waldo Emerson