This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.
Mitch Albom, fully Mitchell David "Mitch" Albom
Love is how you stay alive, even after you're gone ... Death ends a life, not a relationship.
I prefer charity to hospitality because charity begins at home and hospitality ends there.
Charity | Ends | Hospitality |
Pythagoras, aka Pythagoras of Samos or Pythagoras the Samian NULL
Anger begins in folly, and ends in repentance.
Anger | Ends | Folly | Repentance |
Our eating, trading, marrying, and learning are mistaken by us for ends and realities, whilst they are properly symbols only; when we have come, by a divine leading [illness?] into the inner firmament, we are apprised of the unreality or representative character of what we esteem final.
You’re searching... for things that don’t exist; I mean beginnings. Ends and beginnings – there are no such things. There are only middles.
Ends |
Worldly and sensual pleasures lie, for the most part, are short, false, and deceitful. Like drunkenness, they revenge the jolly madness of one hour with the sad repentance of many.
Madness | Repentance | Revenge |
Anger begins with Folly, and ends with Repentance.
Anger | Ends | Folly | Repentance |
Will Durant, fully William James "Will" Durant
Every science begins as philosophy and ends as art; it arises in hypothesis and flows into achievement.
Art | Ends | Hypothesis | Philosophy | Science |
Our wills and fates do so contrary run, that our devices still are overthrown; our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.
All the worlds a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. At first the infant, mewling and puking in the nurses arms. Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel and shining morning face, creeping like snail unwillingly to school. And then the lover, sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad made to his mistress eyebrow. Then a soldier, full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel, seeking the bubble reputation even in the cannons mouth. And then the justice, in fair round belly with good capon lind, with eyes severe and beard of formal cut, full of wise saws and modern instances; and so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon dotard, with spectacles on nose and pouch on side, his youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide for his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, turning again toward childish treble, pipes and whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, that ends this strange eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion, sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing. As You Like It (Jaques at II, vii)
Age | Ends | Good | Man | Men | Reputation | Time | Wise | World |