This is my fifth cup already. It touches my hardened tongue but not my heart.
I like trees because they seem more resigned to they way they have to live than other things do.
So today, I'm rocking my life away. I'm as free as the wind.
My heart feels so heavy, but there's nobody to tell my troubles to.
Sometimes I want to bestow carefree smiles, but there's nobody by my side.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray
All art is useless.
It is a sad thing to think of, but there is no doubt that Genius lasts longer than Beauty. That accounts for the fact that we all take such pains to over-educate ourselves.
And the mind of a thoroughly well-informed man is a dreadful thing.
And how delightful other people's emotions are!
Then I feel that I have given away my whole soul to some one who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer's day.
I can sympathize with everything, except suffering. I cannot sympathize with that. It is too ugly, too horrible, too distressing. There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain.
The less said about life's sores the better.
Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world's original sin. If the caveman had known how to laugh, History would have been different.
I hope you have not been leading a double life, pretending to be wicked and being really good all the time.
That would be hypocrisy.
The only thing to do with good advice is to pass it on; it is never of any use to oneself.
It is a sad thing to think of, but there is no doubt that Genius lasts longer than Beauty. That accounts for the fact that we all take such pains to over-educate ourselves.
And the mind of a thoroughly well-informed man is a dreadful thing.
And how delightful other people's emotions are!
Then I feel that I have given away my whole soul to some one who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer's day.
I can sympathize with everything, except suffering. I cannot sympathize with that. It is too ugly, too horrible, too distressing. There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain.
The less said about life's sores the better.
Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world's original sin. If the caveman had known how to laugh, History would have been different.
I hope you have not been leading a double life, pretending to be wicked and being really good all the time.
That would be hypocrisy.
The only thing to do with good advice is to pass it on; it is never of any use to oneself.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
America is free. Could we not be?
I'd rather taste defeat and then brush my teeth.
Once it was overcome, she would be beyond all walking and would fly.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Who saw Infinity through the countless cracks in the blank skin of things and died of it?
Had we but world enough, and time.
Once it was overcome, she would be beyond all walking and would fly.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Who saw Infinity through the countless cracks in the blank skin of things and died of it?
Had we but world enough, and time.
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