"To attempt the destruction of our passions is the height of folly. What a noble aim is that of the zealot who tortures himself like a madman in order to desire nothing, love nothing, feel nothing, and who, if he succeeded, would end up a complete monster!" -- Denis Diderot
"They say God has existed from the beginning of time and will exist beyond the end of time. Can you imagine trying to sit through his home movies?" -- Scott Roeben
"Father in Heaven! When the thought of thee wakes in our hearts let it not awaken like a frightened bird that flies about in dismay, but like a child waking from its sleep with a heavenly smile." -- Soren Kierkegaard
"Every man is occasionally visited by the suspicion that the planet on which he is riding is not really going anywhere; that the Force which controls its measured eccentricities hasn’t got anything special in mind. If he broods on this somber theme long enough he gets the doleful idea that the laughing children on a merry-go-round or the thin, fine hands of a lady’s watch are revolving more purposely than he is." -- Karl Marx
"There’s plenty men dat takes a wife lak dey do a joint uh sugar-cane. It’s round, juicy an’ sweet when dey gits it. But de squeeze an’ grind, squeeze an’ grind an’ wring tell dey wring every drop uh pleasure dat’s in ‘em out. When dey’s satisfied dat dey is wrung dry, dey treats dem jes lak dey do a cane-chew. Dey throws ‘em away. Dey knows whut dey is doin’ while dey is at it, an hates theirselves fuh it but they keeps on hangin’ after huh tell she’s empty. Den dey hates huh fuh bein’ a cane-chew an’ in de way." -- Zora Neale Hurston
She sings of a sword so white, so luminous, that its own light alone must slay; she sings of a sword, a sword, a sword, and I creep away. -- Hilda Doolittle
"I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief, Although thou steal thee all my poverty; And yet love knows, it is a greater grief To bear love’s wrong, than hate’s known injury." -- William Shakespeare
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you gone?
I've run off to Hollywood to look at the stars. Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what have you done?
Didn't look both ways and got run over by cars. -- D.Orlando (with apologies to Mother Goose)
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