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If I am not for myself, who will be for me? Rabbi Hillel |
"Nothing that is worth doing can be
achieved in our lifetime; therefore we must be saved by hope. Nothing which is true
or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate context of history; therefore
we must be saved by faith. Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone;
therefore we must be saved by love." |
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"Persevere in prayer, with mind awake and thankful heart." Colossians 4:2 |
And like living stones be yourselves 1 Peter 2:5 |
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Every Book is a quotation; every house is a quotation out of all forests and mines and stone quarries and every man is a quotation from all his ancestors. Ralph Waldo Emerson |
"At that instant he saw, in one blaze
of light, an image of unutterable conviction, the reason why the artist works and
lives and has his being--the reward he seeks--the only reward he really cares about,
without which there is nothing. It is to snare the spirits of mankind in nets of
magic, to make his life prevail through his creation, to wreak the vision of his
life, the rude and painful substance of his own experience, into the congruence of
blazing and enchanted images that are themselves the core of life, the essential
pattern whence all other things proceed, the kernel of eternity." |
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'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves - Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: - All mimsy were the borogoves, - And the mome raths outgrabe. - "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! - The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun - The frumious Bandersnatch!" -He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought -- So rested he by the Tumtum tree, - And stood awhile in thought. - And, as in uffish thought he stood, - The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, - Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, - And burbled as it came! - One two! One two! And through and through - The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. - "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! - O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" - He chortled in his joy. -- 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves - Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: - All mimsy were the borogoves, - And the mome raths outgrabe. |
To make a prairie it takes clover and one
be, And revery Emily Dickinson |
