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  1. 11 February 2008

    1457 days ago

    My peace, my peace is all I’ve got that I can give to you.
    My peace is all I’ve ever had, it’s all I ever knew.
    I give my peace to green and black, to red and white and blue.
    My peace, my peace is all I’ve got that I can give to you.

    My peace, my peace is all I’ve got, it’s all I’ve ever known.
    My peace is worth a thousand times more than anything I own.
    I pass my peace around and around, ‘cross hands of every hue.
    My peace, my peace is all I’ve got that I can give to you.

    My Peace, Arlo and Woodie Guthrie

  2. 27 April 2007

    1747 days ago

    Spend the years of learning squandering
    Courage for the years of wandering
    Through a world politely turning
    From the loutishness of learning.

    Gnome, Samuel Beckett

  3. 20 October 2006

    1936 days ago

    “Faith” is a fine invention
    When Gentlemen can see
    But Microscopes are prudent
    In an Emergency.

    Emily Dickinson, #185

  4. 05 October 2006

    1951 days ago

    Breathes there the man with soul so dead
    Who never to himself hath said,
    This is my own, my native land!
    Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d
    As home his footsteps he hath turn’d
    From wandering on a foreign strand?
    If such there breathe, go, mark him well!
    For him no minstrel raptures swell;
    High though his titles, proud his name,
    Boundless his wealth as wish can claim,—
    Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
    The wretch, concentred all in self,
    Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
    And, doubly dying, shall go down
    To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
    Unwept, unhonour’d, and unsung.

    Sir Walter Scott

  5. 19 September 2006

    1967 days ago

    Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore,
    And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.

    Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he bears a laden breast,
    Full of sad experience, moving toward the stillness of his rest. lines 141-145

    Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range,
    Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. 182

    Locksley Hall, by Alfred Tennyson

  6. 29 January 2006

    2200 days ago

    This is the way the world ends
    This is the way the world ends
    This is the way the world ends
    Not with a bang but a whimper.

    T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men

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