"they came to sit and dangle their feet off the edge of the world.... and after a while they forgot everything but the good and true things they would do some day"
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
May you do good and not evil. May you find forgiveness for yourself and forgive others. May you share freely, never taking more than you give.
Service agreement for online software (from D. Richard Hipp, author and architect of SQLite)
I don’t agree with the first part of what Jean-Paul Sartre says (because I do believe God exists and is active in our lives), but the second part resonates well with me. Here is the full quote:
"That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget."
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence… We need silence to be able to touch souls.
Serious reflexion about one’s own character will often induce a curious sense of emptiness; and if one knows another person well, one may sometimes intuit a similar void in him. (This is one of the strange privileges of friendship.)
Iris Murdoch, “Sartre”
There have been times when I think we do not desire heaven; but more often I find myself wondering whether, in our heart of hearts, we have ever desired anything else… . It is the secret signature of each soul, the incommunicable and unappeasable want, the thing we desired before we met our wives or made our friends or chose our work, and which we shall still desire on our deathbeds, when the mind no longer knows wife or friend or work… . All your life an unattainable ecstasy has hovered just beyond the grasp of your consciousness. The day is coming when you will wake to find, beyond all hope, that you have attained it.
C. S. Lewis, “The Problem of Pain”
Out of the light that dazzles me,
Bright as the sun from pole to pole,
I thank the God I know to be,
For Christ - the Conqueror of my soul.
Since His the sway of circumstance,
I would not wince nor cry aloud.
Under the rule which men call chance,
My head, with joy, is humbly bowed.
Beyond this place of sin and tears,
That Life with Him and His the Aid,
That, spite the menace of the years,
Keeps, and will keep me unafraid.
I have no fear though straight the gate:
He cleared from punishment the scroll.
Christ is the Master of my fate!
Christ is the Captain of my soul!
Dorothy Day, “Conquered” (in response to William Henley’s poem, “Invictus”)
Homo sum: humani nil a me alienum puto. (Latin for “I am human: Nothing is alien to me”).
Leslie Jamison, author of “The Empathy Exams,” as tattooed on her arm.
[Write] because you love doing it; do it because doing it defines who you are, because it makes your life meaningful. Don’t plan to make a living. Plan to make a life. Don’t think of art as a sale able commodity. Art is a gift, a gift to the artist as well as to his audience. Do it because you can’t help it. Do it for the joy.
Ron Smith, Virginia’s poet laureate, in an interview with Bill Lohmann from the Richmond Times Dispatch on July 27, 2014
Poetry is the most primitive of the literary forms, the most immediate. It came first in every society and language we know of — “The Iliad” in Greek, “Gilgamesh” in Sumerian. Poetry is simple. You just have to relax. Become a child again.
Ron Smith, Virginia’s poet laureate, in an interview with the Richmond Times Dispatch on July 27, 2014.
I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth, then I ask myself the same question.