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Some radio deejay said it. Years ago. I forget who. But I liked it.Could anyone resist such a well-crafted compliment?

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Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,The flying cloud, the frosty light:The year is dying in the night;Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new,Ring, happy bells, across the snow:The year is going, let him go;Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind,For those that here we see no more;Ring out the feud of rich and poor,Ring in

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Euglena on holiday.

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Catherine Aird (1930 - )

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"Man wants but little here belowNor wants that little long,"'Tis not with me exactly so;But 'tis so in the song.My wants are many, and, if told,Would muster many a score;And were each wish a mint of gold,I still should long for more.John Quincy Adams (177 - 1848)

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When from a long distant past nothing persists, after the people are dead, after things are broken and scattered, still alone, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste of things remain poised a long, long time like souls, ready to remind us, waiting, hoping for their moment amid the ruins of all the rest, and bear unfaltering in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence the

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We're the ones who will hold on to a leaky old boat in the belief that someday we'll get the old tub fixed up just the way she ought to be. We're the ones who would gladly spend the second half of life in leisurely reconsideration of the first. We like our journeys short. We prefer having the end in sight when we set out, and that keeps us close to home and makes us shy of fog. We often have only

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Bill Watterson (1958 - )

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Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of Chance My head is bloody, but unbow'd. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years

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When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste.Then can I drown an eye unused to flow,For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe,And moan th’ expense of many a vanished sight.Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

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Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849)

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How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags,What is't you do?Macbeth, Act IV Scene I

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" . . . the Poope-noddie's paramour . . . the Swil-bole's swinetroffe . . . "John Deacon, 1616Great American Smokeout 2009Coming soon to an ashtray near you!

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Gnash thy fangs! Yell loudly for the prey!The fiercest shall bear the cheese-fest prize away!

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I have a dog of Blenheim birth,With fine long ears and full of mirth;And sometimes, running o'er the plain,He tumbles on his nose:But quickly jumping up again,Like lightning on he goes!'Tis queer to watch his gambols gay;He's very loving—in his way:He even wants to lick your face,But that is somewhat out of place.'Tis well enough your hand to kiss;But Dash is not content with this!Howe'er, let

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And the autumn songs of the Poet's soulAre set to the passionate griefOf Winds that sough and Bells that tollThe Dirge of the Falling Leaf.Autumn Song

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As in a buildingStone rests on stone, and wanting the foundationAll would be wanting, so in human lifeEach action rests on the foregoing event,That made it possible, but is forgottenAnd buried in the earth.Longfellow in Michael Angelo, Pt. v

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“I am a sect by myself, as far as I know.”Thomas Jefferson(1743-1862)

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Writers of novels and romances in general bring a double loss on their readers,they rob them of both their time and money;representing men, manners, and things that never have been, nor are likely to be;either confounding or perverting history or truth, inflating the mind,or committing violence upon the understanding.

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The sunshine of life is made up of very little beams that are bright all the time.To give up something, when giving up will prevent unhappiness;to yield, when persisting will chafe and fret others;to go a little around rather than come against another;to take an ill look or a cross word quietly, rather than resent or return it...these are the ways in which clouds and storms are kept off,and a

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Let us think the unthinkable, let us do the undoable.Let us prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself,and see if we may not eff it after all.

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"The vulgarity of inanimate things requires time to get accustomed to;but living, breathing, bustling, plotting, planning, human vulgarityis a species of moral ipecacuanha enough to destroy any comfort."~~ Thomas Carlyle"Oh, Tom, you ol' dotard! What a way with words you've got!"~~ Jess D'Zerts

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The imponderables and the unforeseencannot be ignored in formulating foreign policy.That is why a preventive war should alwaysbe regarded as an act of criminal folly.Sumner Welles, American diplomat, (1892-1961)How many millions of tax dollars would be saved if we didn't have to pay the costof presidential retirement to George W. Bush for the rest of his life? Impeach now!

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Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881)

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Lucius Annaeus Seneca (4 B.C.-65 A.D.)

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Waste not the smallest thing created,for grains of sand make mountains, and atomies infinity.Waste not the smallest time in imbecile infirmity,for well thou knowest that seconds form eternity.

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Courtesy is a science of the highest importance.It is like grace and beauty in the body,which charm at first sightand lead on to further intimacy and friendship.

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When the first baby laughed for the first time,the laugh broke into a million pieces,and they all went skipping about.That was the beginning of fairies.Peter Pan

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Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)

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Welcome to the nugatorium.

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William Drummond (1585-1649)

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So many gods, so many creeds--So many paths that wind and windWhile just the art of being kindIs all the sad world needs.The World's Need

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O God! that bread should be so dear,And flesh and blood so cheap!The Song of the Shirt

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John Bright (1811-1889)

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"Fair words butter no parsnips."Paraemiologia

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"Lord! I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing."Polite Conversation

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*which has nothing to do with June or this kaleidoscope

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It is the month of June,The month of leaves and roses,When pleasant sights salute the eyesAnd pleasant scents the noses.The Month of June

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And what is so rare as a day in June?Then, if ever, come perfect days;Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,And over it softly her warm ear lays.Vision of Sir LaunfalApparently the earth is not in tune at present. It was cold and rainy here today.

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Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;Thy fate is the common fate of all,Into each life some rain must fall,Some days must be dark and dreary.The Rainy Day

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Hosea Ballou (1771-1852)

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"Doctors are men who prescribe medicines of which they know little,to cure diseases of which they know less,in human beings of whom they know nothing."

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"Politics and the pulpit are terms that have little agreement."What an interesting quotation in light of the current presidential campaign, in whichpoliticians are finding it necessary to denounce the heinous preachings of clergymen.

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"From my wings are shaken the dews that waken the sweet buds every one . . . "

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"The defects of a preacher are soon spied."

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Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizonLike a magician extended his golden wand o'er the landscape;Twinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forestSeemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.Evangeline

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It was the cooling hour, just when the roundedRed sun sinks down behind the azure hill,Which then seems as if the whole earth is bounded,Circling all nature, hush'd, and dim, and still,With the far mountain-crescent half surroundedOn one side, and the deep sea calm and chillUpon the other, and the rosy skyWith one star sparkling through it like an eye.Don Juan

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[Cool motion effect when you use your mouse wheel to scroll this one just a little up & down!]

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The Conundrum of the Workshops, Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

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"The brain is the palest of all the internal organs, and the heart the reddest. Whatever comes from the brain carries the hue of the place it came from, and whatever comes from the heart carries the heat and color of its birthplace."

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"As in walking it is your great care not to run your foot upon a nail, or to tread awry, and strain your leg; so let it be in all the affairs of human life, not to hurt your mind or offend your judgment. And this rule, if observed carefully in all your deportment, will be a mighty security to you in your undertakings."

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. . . a charm that has bound me with witching power . . . 

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Not a flower . . .But shows some touch, in freckle, streak or strain,Of Paint Shop Pro's unrivall'd pencil.The Task

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O heart, how fares it with thee now,That thou shouldst fail from thy desire,Who scarcely darest to inquire,"What is it makes me beat so low?"Something it is which thou hast lost,Some pleasure from thine early years.Break, thou deep vase of chilling tears,That grief hath shaken into frost!But, for the unquiet heart and brain,A use in measured language lies;The sad mechanic exercise,Like dull

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Lying on the patio chaise in the late-morning sun with my dog beside me, him on his back with his paws in the air, me on my side with one hand tummy-scratchin' him into a paralytic stupor until we both fall asleepThe patio again, this time in the afternoon shade, sharing mint chocolate-chip ice cream with a friend while her dog and mine play with a broken tree-branchThe Sunday NYT Crossword

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A dog who wakes up so happy to see me that he can't decide whether to jump up & down or wag, so he does bothFlamin' Hot Cheetos followed by mint chocolate-chip ice creamIn the park between rain showers, silence . . .

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"I used to dread getting older because I thought I would not be able to do all the things I wanted to do, but now that I am older I find that I don't want to do them."

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"Things that have a common quality ever quickly seek their kind."Meditations

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Blow, Boreas, foe to human kind!Blow, blustering, freezing, piercing wind!Blow, that thy force I may rehearse,While all my thoughts congeal to verse!John Bancks (1709-1751), To Boreas

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All kaleidoscopes for the month of May 2008 originated here.

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"With curious art the brain, too finely wrought,Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought."

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"Liberalism is trust of the people tempered by prudence;conservatism, distrust of the people tempered by fear."

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The world is too much with us; late and soon,Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:Little we see in Nature that is ours;We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;The winds that will be howling at all hours,And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;For this, for everything, we are out of tune;It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather beA Pagan

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. . . Fo-Fess?

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. . . that bright thing in the sky blinded me, and I had to spend the whole day reclining on the patio trying to recover. It was rough. Really.

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