| W.M.Thackery |
| Dare, and the world always yields: or, if it beat you sometimes, dare again, and it will succumb. --William Makepeace Thackeray |
| George S. Patton |
| Moral courage is the most valuable and usually the most absent characteristic in men. - General George S. Patton, Jr. |
| Solzhenitsyn |
| "when you've robbed a man of everything, he's no longer in your power--he's free" - Solzhenitsyn |
| Emerson |
| "Nothing brings you peace but the triumph of principles" - RW Emerson |
| Revolution |
| "A revolution without dancing, is a revolution not worth having" - Emma Goldman |
| Emma Goldman |
| "Anarchism, then, really stands for the liberation of the human mind from the dominion of religion; the liberation of the human body from the dominion of property; liberation from the shackles and restraint of government. Anarchism stands for a social order based on the free grouping of individuals for the purpose of producing real social wealth; an order that will guarantee to every human being free access to the earth and full enjoyment of the necessities of life, according to individual desires, tastes, and inclinations." - Emma Goldman |
| Emma Goldman |
| "Consciously or unconsciously, most theists see in gods and devils, heaven and hell, reward and punishment, a whip to lash the people into obedience, meekness and contentment.... The philosophy of Atheism expresses the expansion and growth of the human mind. The philosophy of theism, if we can call it a philosophy, is static and fixed" - Emma Goldman |
| Genghis Khan |
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The greatest pleasure is to vanquish your enemies and chase them before you, to rob them of their wealth and see those dear to them bathed in tears, to ride their horses and clasp to your bosom their wives and daughters. - Temujin |
| Swift |
| "We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another." -- Jonathan Swift |
| Bard |
| "false face must hide, what the false heart doth know" - shakespeare |
| Nietzsche |
| In the outbreaks of passion and in the fantasies of dreams and madness man rediscovers his own and mankind's prehistory -Friedrich Nietzsche |
| Nietzsche |
| All the beauty and sublimity we have bestowed upon real and imaginary things I will reclaim as the property and product of man : as his fairest apology. Man as poet, thinker, as god, as love, as power: with what regal liberality he has lavished gifts upon things so as to impoverish himself and make himself feel wretched! His most unselfish act hitherto has been to admire and worship and to know how to conceal from himself that it was he who created what he admired. -Friedrich Nietzsche |
| Kerouac |
| 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 and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!" -Jack Kerouac |
| Kojo |
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Night, and the moon! My neighbor, playing on his flute - out of tune! |
| Basho |
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No blossoms and no moon, and he is drinking sake all alone! |
| Kafka |
| A belief is like a guillotine, just as heavy, just as light. -Franz Kafka |
| Beat |
|
Is there an honest millionaire? One who could throw his money away, and return to his earlier life, his habits of poverty and hope? - Kerouac |
| Ancient truth |
| venus traces horns on the earth in the sky |
| Etsujin |
|
Covered with the flowers, Instantly I'd like to die In this dream of ours! |
| The Bard |
| O curse of marriage, that we can call these delicate creatures ours but not their appetites - shakespeare |
| Voltaire |
| Now, now my good man, this is no time for making enemies. - Voltaire (1694-1778) on his deathbed in response to a priest asking that he renounce Satan. |
| Nietzsche |
| "You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star" - Nietzsche |
| The Bard |
| "Heres a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key." - shakespeare |
| Masaoka |
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After killing a spider, how lonely I feel in the cold of night! |
| bard |
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A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue That I am glad I have not, though not to have it Hath lost me in your liking. - Shakespeare |
| The Bard |
| "That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold. What hath quenched them hath given me fire." - shakespeare |
| hellfire_jesus |
|
Greed is like catching snowflakes... looks good until it's in your hand then you have nothing, and you've looked foolish and wasted time for nothing |
| Beat |
| "In russia they slave for the state, here they slave for expenses. There's no difference anywhere... people just go rushing off to meaningless jobs day after day, you see them coughing in the subways at dawn, and they never rest, they never relax, they never enjoy life. All they do is 'meet expenses' - beyond food, they squander their souls on things like 'rent', 'decent clothes', 'gas and electricity', 'insurance' and a million-and-one 'decent' appurtenances" - Kerouac |
| Beat |
| "Sympathy is a real feeling but is quite vast and universal, therefore indiscriminate, and leads to a beclouding of personal purpose in this world. And isn't this all too shifty!" - Kerouac |
| Goethe |
| "Genius thinks it can do whatever it sees others doing, but is sure to repent of every ill-judged outlay." - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe |
| Poe |
| "without music or an intriguing idea, colour becomes pallor, man becomes carcass, home becomes catacomb, and the dead are but for a moment motionless" - E A Poe |
| Beat |
| "But more and more as I grow older I see the beautiful dream of life expanding till it is much more important than gray life itself - a dark, red dream the color of the cockatoo. Night, like a balm, soothes dumb wounds of prickly day-dark and rainy night!" - Kerouac |
| Johnathan Swift |
| "When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him." - Jonathan Swift |
| Seushin |
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hasten to thy end heroes shouldn't die old men shed blood for glory |
| bard |
| "Stars, hide your fires! Let not light see my black and deep desires" - shakespeare |
| Basho |
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tired of cherry tired of this whole world I sit facing muddy sake and black rice |
| Jonathan Swift |
| Laws are like cobwebs, which may catch small flies, but let wasps and hornets break through. - Jonathan Swift |
| Seushin |
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in quiet eyes rage fires ready to ignite waiting for a spark |
| Margaret Mead |
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It is an open question whether any behavior based on fear of eternal punishment can be regarded as ethical or should be regarded as merely cowardly. - Margaret Mead |
| Einstein |
|
He who joyfully marches to music in rank and file
has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake,
since for him the spinal cord would suffice. - Albert Einstein |
| Aristotle |
| "Pios tha filatei tus filakes?(who will watch the watchers?)" - Aristotle |
| Talent |
| "Talent does what it can; genius does what it must." -- Edward Bulwer-Lytton |
| Kerouac |
| No more I.B.M!! no more factories! no more punch-clocks! no more fancy clothes and furniture! no more waste of flesh-and-blood in the maws of civilization! no more of anything but food and drink and love and contemplation of all ourselves! And no more sins and guilt, no more need for sins, no more guilt for not being guilty! Nothing but all things, frankly understood at last, rising from sexual energy outward to all human communications and situations. Nothing but the world, its light, and people in it. (and not out of it, as now.) - Kerouac |
| Raizan |
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You rice-field maidens! The only things not muddy Are the songs you sing |
| hellfire_jesus |
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You have to try If you crash and burn, then fuck god But you have to try Even the slightest chance at love Just the slightest chance Means more than a lifetime without |
| Basho |
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Clouds appear and bring to men a chance to rest from gazing at the moon. |
| Truth does not exist without will |
| "Great beauty is a curse, not a blessing. The ugly know their true love loves them, despite their hideousness. But the beautiful? How do they know if they are loved for only their beauty? Because everyone greys, all skin loses luster, then those that love you for your beauty alone will love you no more." - creagcridhe |
| Issa |
|
The New Year comes and instead of plum blossoms a great storm of snow. |
| Chiyo-ni |
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spring will come again without flowers you'll be firewood |
| trust not theory |
| In theory, there is no difference between theory and practice. But, in practice, there is. - Jan L.A. van de Snepscheut |
| Nabokov |
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Art is beauty and pity for beauty must always die -Nabokov |
| bard |
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The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. -shakespeare |
| Dirac |
| In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite. - Paul Dirac |
| Issa |
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come over with me and together let's play oh, motherless sparrow |
| Issa |
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only one man only one fly In the huge drawing room |
| Hashin |
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No sky no earth - but still snowflakes fall |
| basho |
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Poverty's child he starts to grind the rice and gazes at the moon |
| Natsume, Soseki. (1867-1916) |
|
The crow has flown away: swaying in the evening sun, a leafless tree. |
| Issa |
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My grumbling wife - if only she were here! This moon tonight... |
| Michelangelo |
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I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free. - Michelangelo |
| Basho |
|
secretly at night a worm under the moon bores into a chestnut |
| Shakespeare |
| Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak whispers the oe'r frought heart and bids it break -shakespeare |
| Cooper |
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pull not a trigger, lest ye kill my lambs! Drive off these dogs of France with your steel
-fenimore cooper |
| Basho |
|
Waterjar cracks: I lie awake This icy night. |
| Kerouac |
| A day of great rending thoughts that twist one back to face sudden realities heretofore avoided - and there you are, facing them, like looking into the sun, blinking, admitting the truth -Kerouac |
| Nietzsche |
| I am impassioned for independence, I sacrifice all for it. And am tortured more by all the smallest strings than others are by chains. - Nietzsche |
| creagcridhe |
| It was one of those perfect autumn days. The ground wasn't yet covered with leaves, just a few, tan and red, here and there. A few rolled down the streets and across the ponds, as if driven by something unseen. The heat of the summer was over, bitter winter was just a distant future. The smell of burning leaves and earthy breezes filled the air, the harvesting setting tiny silken storms airborne. Spiders spread their sticky threads, trying to gorge themselves on the last of their harvest. And the sky, at dusk, my god the sky. |
| Shiki, Masaoka |
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For love and for hate I swat a fly and offer it to an ant |
| Onasis |
| If women didn't exist, all the money in the world would have no meaning. - Aristotle Onassis (1906-1975) |
| Kato, Shuson |
|
I kill an ant and realize my three children have been watching. |
| creagcridhe |
| That horrible unspoken hell, my heart breaks from it. That which makes death a sweet hope, an end to the pain. Walk long enough, with each new footstep burning virgin flesh, and eventually the world fades away. It means nothing, there is only the pain, and the anticipation of further pain, and memories without sound, without color, without taste. You say it with such softness, such practiced sincerity. That word I dare not speak, lest my ears upon hearing it will refuse to hear again, falls from your lips with such ease. Nothing is so obscene as the lie that is not love. |
| Seushin |
|
after the first bite offer your ass to the wolf and be known a fool |
| Xenophanes |
| Not from the beginning have the gods revealed all things to mortals, but by long seeking, men find what is better. -Xenophanes |
| Freedom |
| Whether a man believes in no gods, one god or twenty gods; that neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg. -B Franklin |
| creagcridhe |
| It's a dull thing, orange against the black sky. It's not black, almost grey, that dull faded thing the sky becomes. There is no line, no straight edge boundary, where the light of the city ends and the night begins. Maybe you haven't seen it. You have to be alone, surrounded by the empty places beyond civilisation, where the silence wraps around you like warm comfort. You have to be alone or you will never see it. It feels harsh, sitting there on the horizon, insolent and uncaring, that glow. So much more comfort in the darkness and the quiet. |
| Seushin |
|
Victory tastes sweet sweeter than bitter hemlock socrates story |
| creagcridhe |
| Who was that other one? The one with Icarus. I can't remember his name. You know Icarus, who had to touch the sun, despite the danger, and died trying. What supreme glory he must have felt, just before. The sun, giant and burning and his hand so close, almost touching. Just a little more, reach, forget the fire, just a little more, godhood is within reach. The rest doesn't matter, the melting, the fall, the crushing end. His last thought: "No one will fly higher than Icarus." Who was the one with him? The one who didn't even try. |
| Seushin |
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An old warrior Slept too long in hard places Comfort would break him |
| Nietzsche |
| In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence . . . and loathing seizes him. -Friedrich Nietzsche |
| creagcridhe |
| It moves not, gripped at its feet. The time for thrashing has passed. Freedom is a lost dream now. All its life, it has feared; the wasp's wings, the ant's grapples, hungry beaks. No thought was given to the blood oozed from the oak. Soon it will only wait, covered in its oericheolos shell, waiting for a thousand years and more. Other beasts will live, love, die, fade forever from the memory of the earth, but it will endure. Immortality is only one breath away, the dull golden shroud falls over the world, extinguishing the smells, sounds, and substance of the world. |
| Seushin |
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Quickly run the blind But see not the chasm's edge Approaching quickly |
| creagcridhe |
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art is not a bowl of fruit well lit it is love, pain, death, exultation, euphoria, misery it is everything ugly, everything beautiful, everything horrible all of this all at once for without the one, there is not the other |