The only means of strengthening one’s intellect is to make up one’s mind about nothing–to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts. Not a select party. – John Keats (1795 – 1821): “Letters of John Keats” (ed. by… More »
Seldom sick sore sick. More »
One should examine oneself for a very long time before thinking of condemning others. – Molière (1622 – 73) More »
To live happily with other people, ask of them only what they can give. – Tristan Bernard (1866 – 1947) More »
There is no accounting for tastes. / Tastes differ. More »
Too many cooks spoil the broth. More »
A poet can write about a man slaying a dragon, but not about a man pushing a button that releases a bomb. – W. H. [Wystan Hugh] Auden (1907 – 73) (Text-to-Speech by Sound of Text, using the engine from… More »
Once Zhuang Zhou dreamed he was a butterfly, a fluttering butterfly. What fun he had, doing as he pleased! He did not know he was Zhou. Suddenly he woke up and found himself to be Zhou. He did not know… More »
Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together. – Thomas Carlyle (1795 – 1881) More »
Success is usually the culmination of controlling failure. – Sylvester Stallone (1946 – ) More »
A red sun hath water…
常に心せよ、流れに…
シーザーの妻は疑惑を…
さよなら…寂しいよ…
Don't just dream…
