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"If I were a deadly sea snake and 19 people start splashing around where I was, I would just go swim somewhere else. But if one person just all of a sudden fell on top of me in the water, I would bite them."

--birdlady, a good poster in MESS Hall, discussing the next Immunity Challenge in Survivor: Fiji.

"Late on the third day, at the very moment when at sunset, we were
making our way through a herd of hippopotamuses, there flashed upon my mind, unforseen and unsought, the phrase, 'Reverence for all Life.'"

--Albert Schweitzer

"The bigger the lie, the more often you repeat it;
and the more often you repeat it, the more easily
people accept it as the truth."

--George Orwell

"A friend is a second self"

-Aristotle

"Humor is the only test of gravity, and gravity of humor; for a subject which will not bear raillery is suspicious, and a jest which will not bear serious examination is false wit."
-Aristotle

"Before God we are all equally wise, and equally foolish."
Einstein

"He who knows does not speak.
He who speaks does not know"
-Lao-tzu

"Ignorance, the root and stem of every evil"
Plato

"I bring what you much need, yet always have ...

It is not to be put in a book, it is not in this book,

it is no further from you than

your hearing and sight ..."

--WALT WHITMAN

Bob Dylan's songs are fabulous. But he's also one of the few musicians where you can read his lyrics without hearing the music, and they read like poetry. Here's a couple.

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"Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm,
To keep her from the howlin' winds.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
That's the way I remember her best.

I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all.
Many times I've often prayed
In the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.

So if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine."

--Bob Dylan, song, 1963, "Girl of the North Country"

"I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes."

--Sara Teasdale

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Interesting quote above, because Sara Teasdale committed suicide.



From Wikipedia:

Sara Teasdale (August 8, 1884 January 29, 1933), was an American lyrical poet. She was born Sarah Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouri.

Teasdale's major themes were love, nature's beauty, and death, and her poems were much loved during the early 20th century. In 1918 she won the Columbia University Poetry Society prize (the forerunner of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry) and the annual prize of the Poetry Society of America for her volume, Love Songs. Her style and lyricism are well illustrated in her poem, "Spring Night" (1915), from that collection.

Throughout her life, Teasdale suffered poor health and it was not until she was nine that she was judged healthy enough to begin school a private school for children just one block away from her home. In 1898 she attended Mary Institute, and the following year she enrolled in Hosmer Hall, from which she graduated in 1903. Her influences included the actress Duse, whom she never saw perform, the British poet Christina Rossetti, and numerous trips to Europe, beginning in 1905.

In 1913, Teasdale was courted by two admirers. The poet Vachel Lindsay fell in love with her and at one point was sending her long, fantastic love letters on a daily basis expressing his true love. He asked her to marry him, but though she had deep feelings for Vachel, she instead married Ernst Filsinger, a wealthy businessman in 1914 when she was thirty years old.

The following year they moved to New York City, which became her home for the rest of her life. Teasdale and Lindsay remained fond but platonic friends throughout their lives, and Lindsay said that she was his life's "most inspiring, most satisfying friend." She was the inspiration for what Lindsay believed to be his greatest poem, "The Chinese Nightingale".

Teasdale was very much a product of her Victorian upbringing, and she was never able to experience in life the passion that she expressed in her poetry. She was not happy in her marriage, and she divorced Filsinger in 1929, against his wishes. Teasdale's health further declined.

On the morning of January 29, 1933, in her New York City apartment, Teasdale took an overdose of sleeping pills, lay down in a warm bath, fell asleep, and never woke up again.

Her last, and some say her finest, collection of verse, Strange Victory, was published posthumously that same year. In 1931, two years before Teasdale's suicide, Vachel Lindsay, her friend and former suitor, had committed suicide.

In 1994 Sara Teasdale was inducted into the St. Louis Walk of Fame.