This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.
William Dement, fully William Charles Dement
The biological clock is responsive to light at certain times... Bright light in the morning will tend to advance the clock. In other words, alertness will occur earlier and sleep will occur earlier.
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Sweet stream that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay busy throng: With gentle yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destined course; Graceful and useful all she does, Blessing and blest where'er she goes; Pure-bosom'd as that watery glass, And Heaven reflected in her face.
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God Hides His People - To lay the soul that loves him low, Becomes the Only–wise: To hide beneath a veil of woe, The children of the skies. Man, though a worm, would yet be great; Though feeble, would seem strong; Assumes an independent state, By sacrilege and wrong. Strange the reverse, which, once abased, The haughty creature proves! He feels his soul a barren waste, Nor dares affirm he loves. Scorned by the thoughtless and the vain, To God he presses near; Superior to the world's disdain, And happy in its sneer. Oh welcome, in his heart he says, Humility and shame! Farewell the wish for human praise, The music of a name! But will not scandal mar the good That I might else perform? And can God work it, if he would, By so despised a worm? Ah, vainly anxious!—leave the Lord To rule thee, and dispose; Sweet is the mandate of his word, And gracious all he does. He draws from human littleness His grandeur and renown; And generous hearts with joy confess The triumph all his own. Down, then, with self–exalting thoughts; Thy faith and hope employ, To welcome all that he allots, And suffer shame with joy. No longer, then, thou wilt encroach On his eternal right; And he shall smile at thy approach, And make thee his delight.
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They said this mystery never shall cease: The priest promotes war, and the soldier peace.
Innate ideas are in every man, born with him; they are truly himself. The man who says that we have no innate ideas must be a fool and knave, having no conscience or innate science.
How do you know but ev’ry bird that cuts the airy way, is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?
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I know it's long, but the whole thing is my favorite literary anything--it's from the four zoas. I am made to sow the thistle for wheat; the nettle for a nourishing dainty I have planted a false oath in the earth, it has brought forth a poison tree I have chosen the serpent for a counselor and the dog for a schoolmaster to my children I have blotted out from light and living the dove and the nightingale and I have caused the earthworm to beg from door to door I have taught the thief a secret path into the house of the just I have taught pale artifice to spread his nets upon the morning my heavens are brass my earth is iron my moon a clod of clay my sun a pestilence burning at noon and a vapor of death in night what is the price of experience do men buy it for a song or wisdom for a dance in the street? No it is bought with the price of all that a man hath his house his wife his children wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy and in the withered field where the farmer plows for bread in vain it is an easy thing to triumph in the summers sun and in the vintage and to sing on the wagon loaded with corn it is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted to speak the laws of prudence to the houseless wanderer to listen to the hungry ravens cry in wintry season when the red blood is filled with wine and with the marrow of lambs it is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements to hear a dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughter house moan to see a God on every wind and a blessing on every blast to hear the sounds of love in the thunder storm that destroys our enemies house to rejoice in the blight that covers his field, and the sickness that cuts off his children while our olive and vine sing and laugh round our door and our children bring fruits and flowers then the groans and the dolor are quite forgotten and the slave grinding at the mill and the captive in chains and the poor in the prison, and the soldier in the field when the shattered bone hath laid him groaning among the happier dead it is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity thus could I sing and thus rejoice, but it is not so with me!
He who loves his enemies betrays his friends; this surely is not what Jesus meant.
But want of money and the distress of a thief can never be alleged as the cause of his thieving, for many honest people endure greater hard ships with fortitude. We must therefore seek the cause elsewhere than in want of money for that is the misers passion, not the thiefs.
When I saw that rage was vain and to sulk would nothing gain, turning many a trick and wile I began to soothe and smile.
The true method of knowledge is experiment.
He who finds thought that lets us penetrate even a little deeper into the eternal mystery of nature has been granted great grace. He who, in addition, experiences the recognition, sympathy, and help of the best minds of his times, had been given almost more happiness than one man can bear.
Will Rogers, fully William Penn Adair "Will" Rogers
A debt is just as hard for a Government to pay as it is for an individual. No debt ever comes due at a good time. Borrowing is the only thing that seems handy all the time.