What is more dangerous than to become a poet? which is, as some say, an incurable and infectious disease. — Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote. Published by Francisco de Robles 1605 (Part One), 1615 (Part Two). Published in English 1612 (Part One), 1620 (Part Two).
Lydia The Tattooed Lady Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say have you met Lydia?Lydia, the Tattooed LadyShe has eyes that folks adore soAnd a torso even more so Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclopydiaOh Lydia the Queen of TattooOn her back is the Battle of WaterlooBeside it the wreck of the Hesperus, tooAnd proudly above waves the… Continue reading Groucho Marx
You think too much.That is your trouble. Clever people and grocers, they weigh everything. I felt once more how simple a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else. And all that is required to feel that here and now is happiness… Continue reading Anthony Quinn
Idleness, like kisses, to be sweet must be stolen. ― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow. (Mondial October 19, 2005) Originally published 1886.
But death was sweet, death was gentle, death was kind; death healed the bruised spirit and the broken heart, and gave them rest and forgetfulness; death was man’s best friend; when man could endure life no longer, death came and set him free. — Mark Twain, Letters from the Earth: Uncensored Writings. Edited by Bernard… Continue reading Mark Twain
A tragedy need not have blood and death; it’s enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy. — Jean Racine
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,Are of imagination all compact. —William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream: Act V, Scene i
We do strange things for the people we love. We lie to them, we lie for them. There may be some bumps along the way, but we never stop wanting the best for them. That’s what makes it such a tough job. Kind of the best job in the world. — Julie Bowen [Claire] Modern… Continue reading Julie Bowen
Bear no malice for the ones who leave you. ― Bert V. Royal, Dog Sees God. (Dramatists Play Service, Inc., January 1, 2006)
This, I thought, is how great visionaries and poets see everything–as if for the first time. Each morning they see a new world before their eyes; they do not really see it, they create it. — Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek. (1964) Directed by Michael Cacoyannis