Thursday, April 28, 2005

There is nothing against which an old man should be so much upon his guard as putting himself to nurse.

Samuel Johnson to James Boswell, in his The Life of Samuel Johnson

Sunday, April 24, 2005

I may be a chump in many ways...but I know when and when not to be among those present.

"Bertie Wooster" in Very Good, Jeeves! by P.G. Wodehouse

Tuesday, April 19, 2005 a tavern, there is a general freedom from anxiety. You are sure you are welcome: and the more noise you make, the more trouble you give, the more good things you call for, the welcomer you are....there is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.

Samuel Johnson to James Boswell, in his The Life of Samuel Johnson

Saturday, April 16, 2005

How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

Theodor Seuss Geisel, submitted by a friend

Monday, April 04, 2005

Do not, however, hope wholly to reason away your troubles; do not feed them with attention, and they will die imperceptibly away. Fix your thoughts upon your business, fill your intervals with company, and sunshine will again break in upon your mind.

Samuel Johnson to James Boswell, in his The Life of Samuel Johnson

Saturday, April 02, 2005

Existence, for all organismic life, is a constant struggle to feed—a struggle to incorporate whatever other organisms they can fit into their mouths and press down their gullets without choking. Seen in these stark terms, life on this planet is a gory spectacle, a science-fiction nightmare in which digestive tracts fitted with teeth at one end are tearing away at whatever flesh they can reach, and at the other end are piling up the fuming waste excrement as they move along in search of more flesh.... Life cannot go on without the mutual devouring of organisms. If at the end of each person’s life he were to be presented with the living spectacle of all that he had organismically incorporated in order to stay alive, he might well feel horrified by the living energy he had ingested. The horizon of a gourmet, or even the average person, would be taken up with hundreds of chickens, flocks of lambs and sheep, a small herd of steers, sties fill of pigs and rivers of fish. The din alone would be deafening... each organism raises its head over a field of corpses, smiles into the sun, and declares life good.

Ernest Becker, Escape From Evil as quoted by the Shakespeare Theatre