Marie Curie 1867-1934

Nothing in life is to be feared.
It is only to be understood.

Angelus Silesius 1624-1677

The bird is in the air;
The stone lies on the land
The fish lives in the water;
My spirit in God's hand.

William Wordsworth 1770-1850

Our birth is but a sleep
And a forgetting:
The soul that rises with us,
Our life's star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness...

Horace Mann 1796-1859

Lost: Yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset,
two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes.
No reward is offered, for they are gone forever.

Walt Whitman 1819-1892

I dream in my dream all the dreams
of the other dreamers
And I become the other dreamers

Carl Jung 1875-1961

We meet ourselves
Time and again
In a thousand disguises
On the path of life...

The Mystery - Van Morrison 1945-

Let go into the mystery
Let yourself go
You've got to open up your heart
That's all I know
Trust what I say and do
What you're told Baby
And all your dirt
Will turn into gold

Let go into the mystery
Let yourself go
And when you open up your heart
You get everything you need Baby
There's a way and a mystic road
You've got to
Have some faith to carry on

You've got to open your heart to the sun
You know he's looking out for you
'Cause he's the one

Let go into the mystery
Let yourself go
There is no other place to be Baby
This I know
You've got to dance and sing
And be alive in the mystery
And be joyous and give thanks
And your let yourself go

I saw the light of Ancient Greece
Towards the One
I saw us standing within
Reach of the sun
Let go into the mystery of Life
Let go into the mystery
Let go into the mystery
Let yourself go

You've got to
Open your arms to the sun
You know you've got so many charms
It's just begun
Trust what I say and do
What your told
And surely all your dirt
Will turn into gold

Bertrand Russell 1872-1970

Three passions, simple but
overwhelmingly strong, have
governed my life: the longing
for love, the search for
knowledge, and unbearable pity
for the suffering of mankind.

Oliver Wendell Holmes 1841-1935

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The word is not a crystal,
transparent and unchanging,
it is the skin of a living thought
and may vary greatly in colour and content
according to the circumstances and
time in which it is used.
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Every idea is an incitement.
It offers itself for a belief and,
if believed, it is acted on
unless some other belief outweighs it,
or some failure of energy
stifles the movements at its birth.

Rachel Carson 1907-1964

If I had influence with the
good fairy who is supposed
to preside over the
christening of all children,
I should ask that her
gift to each child
be a sense of wonder so
indestructible that
it would last throughout
life, an unfailing antidiote
against boredom and disenchantment of later years,
the sterile preoccupation with
things that are artificial,
the alienation from the sources of our strength.
(A Wish For Children)

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 1749-1832

We must always change,
Renew, rejuvenate ourselves;
Otherwise we harden.

Elizabeth Smart 1913-1986

It is written. Nothing can escape.
Floating through the waves with seaweed in my hair,
or being washed up battered on the inaccessible rocks,
cannot undo the event to which
there were never any alternatives.
O lucky Daphne, motionless and green
to avoid the touch of God!
Lucky Syrinx, who chose a legend
instead of too much blood.
For me there was no choice.
There were no crossroads at all.

Teilhard De Chardin 1881-1955

Some day, after mastering

The winds, the waves,

The tides, and gravity,

We shall harness for God

The energies of love,

And then, for a second time,

In the history of the world,

Man will have discovered fire.

Marcus Aurelius 121-180

......................The Universe is transformation; our life is what are thoughts make it

Let Us Have Faith - Helen Keller 1880-1968

Security is mostly a superstition.

It doesnot exist in nature,

Nor do the children of men

As a whole experience it.

Avoiding danger is no safer

In the long run

Than outright exposure.

Life is either a daring adventure,

Or nothing.

To keep our faces toward change

And behave like free spirits

In the presence of fate

Is strength undefeatable.

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Helen Keller and Charlie Chaplin

Albert Einstein -1879-1955

Dear Posterity,
If you have not become
more just, more peaceful,
and generally more rational
than we are (or were) - why then,
the Devil take you.
Having, with all respect,
given utterance to this pious wish,
I am (or was)
Your,
Albert Einstein

A Psalm Of Life - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1807-1882

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,

Life us but an empty dream! -

For the soul is dead that slumbers,

And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!

And the grave is not its goal;

Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,

Is our destined end or way;

but to act, that each tomorrow find us farther than today.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,

And our hearts, though stout and brave,

Still like muffled drums, are beating

Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broadfield of battle,

In the bivouac of Life,

Be not like dumb, driven cattle!

Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

Act - act in the living Present!

Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us

We can make our lives sublime,

And, departing, leave behind us

Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints that perhaps another,

Sailing o'er life's solemn main,

A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,

Seeing, shall take heart agin.

Let us, then, be up and doing

With a heart for any fate;

Still achieving, still pursuing,

Learn to labor and to wait.

The Pains Of Sleep - Samuel Taylor Coleridge 1772-1834

Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
It hath not been my use to pray,
With moving lips or bended knees
But silently, by slow degrees;
My spirit I to love compose
In humble trust mine eye-lids close,
With reverential resignation,
No wish conceived, no thought exprest,
Only a sense of supplication;
A sense o'er all my soul imprest
That I am weak, yet not unblest,
Since in me, round me, every where
Eternal Strength and Wisdom are.

But yester-night I prayed aloud
In anguish and in agony,
Up-starting from the fiendish crowd
Of shapes and thoughts that tortured me:
A lurid light, a trampling throng,
Sense of intolerable wrong,
And whom I scorned, those only strong!
Thirst of revenge, the powerless will
Still baffled and yet burning still!
Desire with loathing strangely mixed
On wild or hateful objects fixed.
Fantastic passions! maddening brawl!
And shame and terror over all!
Deeds to be hid which were not hid,
Which all confused I could not know
Whether I suffered or I did:
For all seemed guilt, remorse or woe,
My own or others still the same
Life-stifling fear, soul-stifling shame.
So two nights passed, the night's
dismay saddened and
Stunned the coming day.
Sleep, the wide blessing, seemed to me
Distemper's worse calamity.
Scream had waked me
From the fiendish dream,
O'ercome with sufferings strange and
Wild, I wept as I had been a child;
And having thus my tears subdued
My anguish to a milder mood,
Such punishments, I said, were due
To natures deepliest stained with sin,--
For aye entempesting anew
The unfathomable hell within,
The horrors of their deeds to view,
To know and loathe, yet wish and do!
Such griefs with such men well agree,
But wherefore, wherefore fall on me?
To be beloved is all I need,
And whom I love, I love indeed.
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Anthem - Leonard Norman Cohen 1934-

The birds they sang at the break of day
Start again I heard them say
Don't dwell on what has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will be fought again
The holy dove She will be caught again
bought and sold and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring...
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

We asked for signs the signs were sent
the birth betrayed the marriage spent
yeah the widowhood of every government...
signs for all to see.

I can't run no more with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned, they've summoned up
a thundercloud and they're going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring...

You can add up the parts but you wont have the sum
You can strike up the march, there is no drum
Every heart, every heart to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that stil can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.

Hildegarde of Bingen 1098-1179

Without the word of God,

no creature has meaning.

God's word is in all

creation, visible and invisible.

The word is living, being spirit,

all verdant greening, all

creativity. This word

manifests in every creature.

Now this is how the spirit

is in the flesh; the word

is indivisible from God.

Willliam Blake 1786-1866

To see a world in

a grain of sand

and heaven

in a wildflower;

hold infinity

in the palm

of your hand

and eternity

in an hour.

William James 1842-1944

Our lives are like
islands in the sea or
like trees in the forest
which co-mingle
their roots in the
darkness underground.

Meister Eckhart 1260-1328

If the only prayer you said in your whole life was: "Thank-you" - that would suffice...
(Canadian Thanksgiving Day)

Ring Them Bells - Robert Zimmerman (aka Bob Dylan) 1941-

Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams
Ring them bells from the sanctuaries cross the valleys and streams
For they're deep and they're wide and the world on its side
And time is running backwards and so is the bride.

Ring them bells Saint Peter where the four winds blow
Ring them bells with an ironhand so the people will know
Oh it's rush hour now on the wheel and the plow
And the sun is going down upon the sacred cow.

Ring them bells Sweet Martha for the poor man's son
Ring them bells so the world will know that God is one
Oh the shephard is asleep where the willows weep
And the mountains are filled with lost sheep

Ring them bells for the blind and deaf
Ring them bells for all of us who are left - Ring them bells for the chosen few
Who will judge the many when the game is through
Ring them bells for the time that flies for the child that cries when innocence dies.

Ring them bells Saint Catherine from the top of the room
Ring them from the fortress for the lilies that bloom
Oh the lines are long and the fighting is strong
Oh they're breaking down the distance between right and wrong.

The Waking - Theodore Roetke 1908 - 1963

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I cannot go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

Pericles and Aspasia - Walter Savage Landor 1775-1864

Do what your heart tells you, yes, do ALL it tells you.

Remember how august it is.

It contains the temple, not only of Love

But of conscience; and a whisper is heard

From the extremity of one
To the extremity of the other...

Bend in pensiveness, even in sorrow,

On that flowery bank of youth,
Where under runs the stream that passes irreversibly!
Let the garland drop into it,

Let the hand be refreshed by it - but -

May the beautiful feet of Aspasia stand firm...

(the letter of Pericles to Aspasia in reply to her

request to be permitted to visit Xeniades)

Henry David Thoreau - 1817-1862

To effect
the quality
of the day
is the highest
of the arts...

The Bohemian Hymn - Ralph Waldo Emerson 1803-1882

In many forms we try to

utter God's infinity

But the boundless hath no form
And the Universal friend
Doth as far transcend

An angel as a worm.
The great Idea baffles wit
Language falters under it.
It leaves the learned

in the lurch. Nor art,

nor power, nor toil

can find the measure

of the eternal mind
Nor hymn, nor prayer

nor church.

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supernova remnant

Cassiopeia A (aka Cass A)

My Symphony - William Henry Channing 1810-1884

To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury
and refinement rather than fashion. To be worthy, not respectable,
and wealthy, not rich. To listen to stars and birds; babes and sages,
with open heart. To study hard, to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently;
to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely; in a word, to let the spiritual,
unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common.
This is to be my symphony.

Eleanor Roosevelt 1884-1962

The big question before our people today is whether we are to more material in our thinking, judging administrative success by its economic results entirely and leaving out all other achievements. History shows that a nation interested primarily in material things invariably is on a downward path. Great wealth has ruined every nation since the day Cheops laid the cornerstone of the Great Pyramid, not because of any inherant wrong in wealth, but because it became the ideal and idol of the people.

Phoenicia, Carthage, Greece, Rome, Spain all bear witness to this truth.