Quotes
Quotes about Wit
One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.
Mediocrity is climbing molehills without sweating.
Mediocrity obtains more with application than superiority without it.
Getting ahead in a difficult profession requires avid faith in yourself. That is why some people with mediocre talent, but with great inner drive, go much further than people with vastly superior talent.
The very minute a thought is threatened with publicity it seems to shrink towards mediocrity.
People who are unable to motivate themselves must be content with mediocrity, no matter how impressive their other talents.
Happy the heart that keeps its twilight hour, And, in the depths of heavenly peace reclined, Loves to commune with thoughts of tender power,-- A shining Jacob's-ladder of the mind!
He doth entreat your grace, my noble lord, To visit him to-morrow or next day: He is within, with two right reverend fathers, Divinely bent to meditation, And in no worldly suits would he be moved To draw him from his holy exercise.
Still your mind in me, still yourself in me, and without a doubt you shall be united with me, Lord of Love, dwelling in your heart.
Meditation is the dissolution of thoughts in Eternal awareness or Pure consciousness without objectification, knowing without thinking, merging finitude in infinity.
As drifting logs of wood may haply meet On ocean's waters surging to and fro, And having met, drift once again apart, So, fleeting is the intercourse of men. E'en as a traveler meeting with the shade Of some o'erhung tree, awhile reposes, Then leaves its shelter to pursue his ways, So men meet friends, then part with them for ever.
The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain.
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.
Some day, some day of days, threading the street With idle, heedless pace, Unlooking for such grace, I shall behold your face! Some day, some day of days, thus may we meet.
In private grief with careless scorn. In public seem to triumph and not to mourn.
There is no coming to consciousness without pain.
If you're not using your smile, you're like a man with a million dollars in the bank and no checkbook.
Progress is the injustice each generation commits with regard to its predecessors.
If you want an open society, you have to put up with the chaos.
Never frown...even when you're sad you never know when someone is falling in love with your smile.
All pain is either severe or slight, if slight, it is easily endured; if severe, it will without doubt be brief.
Truly great madness can not be achieved without significant intelligence.
Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.
I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round as the moon, to stare up. I want to be looking at them when they come Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots. I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces. Now they are nothing, they are not even babies. I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods. They will wonder if I was important.
