Powerless against those that tread on us, we stamp our feet on those below. What trickles down of wealth is not money but grievance.
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How I dread unpleasantness: I get toothache at the very thought of the bullet I must bite.
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Views can be fences. Knowing what we think, we may fail to think through what we know.
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Life, that has no reason for being, cannot get enough of itself, and it is human pride that refuses to call this delight.
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Unlike writers, a field does not grow anxious while it lies fallow.
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'So,' says my friend, 'I've been reading your aphorisms.' I do not ask 'And?' and he makes no further comment. No further comment is needed.
Monday, 7 June 2010
Saturday, 5 June 2010
June 5
Cornucopians dream perpetual abundance; deep ecologists predict apocalypse. Both are mistaken. There will be no end, only painful presents.
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It is easy to be cocksure in expecting the worst. Nobody defines themselves as cautiously pessimistic.
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In private, the prude longs to shed a letter.
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No wonder so many writers drink: day after day at the page, decanting one book into another...
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Many that boast about their love of liberty overstate their commitment. I'm all for free speech but I suspect the only thing that I would defend to the death is my life.
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Where we cannot bring change, let us at least irk.
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Perhaps we weep because our weeping alters nothing.
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It is easy to be cocksure in expecting the worst. Nobody defines themselves as cautiously pessimistic.
*
In private, the prude longs to shed a letter.
*
No wonder so many writers drink: day after day at the page, decanting one book into another...
*
Many that boast about their love of liberty overstate their commitment. I'm all for free speech but I suspect the only thing that I would defend to the death is my life.
*
Where we cannot bring change, let us at least irk.
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Perhaps we weep because our weeping alters nothing.
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