This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
It is better to reenter hell and become an angel, than to remain in heaven and become a demon.
Viktor Frankl, fully Viktor Emil Frankl
The one thing you can’t take away from me is the way I choose to respond to what you do to me. The last of one’s freedoms is to choose one’s attitude in any given circumstance.
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I serve the slaves of His slaves; in so many ways, I beg of Him. Setting them upon the scale, I have weighed all comforts and pleasures; without the Lord's Blessed Vision, they are all totally inadequate.
If they had a social gospel in the days of the prodigal son, somebody would have given him a bed and a sandwich and he never would have gone home.
Tom Robbins, fully Thomas Eugene "Tom" Robbins
In times of widespread chaos and confusion, it has been the duty of more advanced human beings--artists, scientists, clowns and philosophers--to create order. In times such as ours, however, when there is too much order, too much management, too much programming and control, it becomes the duty of superior men and women to fling their favorite monkey wrenches into the machinery. To relive the repression of the human spirit, they must sow doubt and disruption.
Alas! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. ! Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Hamlet at V, i)
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As merry as the day is long. Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.
But wander on, till truth makes all things plain. A Midsummer Night's Dream
Dwell I but in the suburbs of your good pleasure? If it be no more, Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife. Julius Caesar, Act ii, Scene 1
Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound. Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me, but let them hear what fearful words I utter. O villains, Chiron and Demetrius! Here stands the spring whom you have stained with mud, this goodly summer with your winter mixed. You killed her husband, and for that vile fault two of her brothers were condemned to death, my hand cut off and made a merry jest; both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that more dear than hands our tongue, her spotless chastity, inhuman traitors, you constrained and forced. What would you say if I should let you speak? Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you. This one hand yet is left to cut your throats whiles that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold the basin that receives your guilty blood. You know your mother means to feast with me, and calls herself revenge, and thinks me mad. Hark, villains, I will grind your bones to dust, and with your blood and it I'll make a paste, and of the paste a coffin I will rear, and make two pasties of your shameful heads, and bid that strumpet, your unhallowed dam, like to the earth, swallow her own increase. This is the feast that I have bid her to, and this the banquet she shall surfeit on; for worse than Philomel you used my daughter, and worse than Progne I will be revenged. And now prepare your throats. Lavinia, come, receive the blood; and when that they are dead, let me go grind their bones to powder small and with this hateful liquor temper it; and in that paste let their vile heads be baked. Come, come, be every one officious to make this banquet, which I wish may prove more stern and bloody than the Centaur's feast. Titus Andronicus, Act v, Scene 2
O my Bergson, you are a magician, and your book is a marvel, a real wonder in the history of philosophy . . . In finishing it I found . . . such a flavor of persistent euphony, as of a rich river that never foamed or ran thin, but steadily and firmly proceeded with its banks full to the brim.
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Consider how the desperate fight; despair strikes wild,--but often fatal too-- and in the mad encounter wins success.
Servile inclinations, and gross love, the guilty bent of vicious appetite; at first a sin, a horror ev'n in bliss, deprave the senses and lay waste the man; passions irregular, and next a loathing, quickly succeed to dash the wild.
We may be in the Universe as dogs and cats are in our libraries, seeing the books and hearing the conversation, but having no inkling of the
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There is nothing so absurd that it cannot be believed as truth if repeated often enough.
Ban Zhao, courtesy name Huiban
The illness I suffer from is serious and persistent and my life may be over any day. Whenever I think about you, I become sad and depressed. In my leisure time I have written Precepts for My Daughters in seven chapters. My daughters, each of you make yourself a copy; perhaps it will be of some use and benefit to you. Do your very best once you have left home!
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