This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.
Thomas R. Kelly, fully Thomas Raymond Kelly
The deepest need of men is not food and clothing and shelter, important as they are. It is God. We have mistaken the nature of poverty, and thought it was economic poverty. No, it is poverty of soul, deprivation of God's recreating, loving peace. Peer into poverty and see if we are really getting down to the deepest needs, in our economic salvation schemes. These are important. But they lie farther along the road, secondary steps toward world reconstruction. The primary step is a holy life, transformed and radiant in the glory of God.
Experience | Joy | Men | Mystical | Obedience | Peace | Power | Self | Soul | Old |
Thomas R. Kelly, fully Thomas Raymond Kelly
This amazing simplification comes when we "center down," when life is lived with singleness of eye, from a holy Center where the breath and stillness of Eternity are heavy upon us and we are wholly yielded to Him. Some of you know this holy, recreating Center of eternal peace and joy and live in it day and night. Some of you may see it over the margin and wistfully long to slip into that amazing Center where the soul is at home with God. Be very faithful to that wistful longing. It is the Eternal Goodness calling you to return Home, to feed upon green pastures and walk beside still waters and live in the peace of the Shepherd's presence. It is the life beyond fevered strain. We are called beyond strain, to peace and power and joy and love and thorough abandonment of self. We are called to put our hands trustingly in His hand and walk the holy way, in no anxiety assuredly resting in Him.
Woodrow Wilson, fully Thomas Woodrow Wilson
We are constantly thinking of the great war… which we think to-day as a war which saved the Union, and it did indeed save the Union, but it was a war that did a great deal more than that. It created in this country what had never existed before — a national consciousness. It was not the salvation of the Union, it was the rebirth of the Union.
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Tom Hayden, fully Thomas Emmet "Tom" Hayden
I think people are entitled to march without a permit. When you have a few hundred thousand people on the street you have permission.
Tom Hayden, fully Thomas Emmet "Tom" Hayden
The issue of civil rights was too much for the establishment to handle. One of the chapters of history that's least studied by historians is the 300 to 500 riots in the U.S. between 1965 and 1970.
Experience | Hunger |
You can now, if you choose, employ your present success to advantage, so as to keep what you have got and gain honor and reputation besides, and you can avoid the mistake of those who meet with an extraordinary piece of good fortune, and are led on by hope to grasp continually at something further, through having already succeeded without expecting it.
Tom Hayden, fully Thomas Emmet "Tom" Hayden
I put in work for my neighborhood. Hundreds of bills, measures, budget items, and hearings. I always tried to make it a point to stay late, to always run the longest hearings, to carry nearly the most bills. The tragedy was that of the 18 years I was in Sacramento, 16 years were under Republican governors.
Experience | People | Time |
Timothy Leary, fully Timothy Francis Leary
When the individual's behavior and consciousness get hooked to a routine sequence of external actions, he is a dead robot, and it is time for him to die and be reborn. Time to "drop out," "turn on," and "tune in." This period of robotization is called the Kali Yuga, the Age of Strife and Empire...
Experience | Play | Reward |
Tom Robbins, fully Thomas Eugene "Tom" Robbins
Funny how we think of romance as always involving two, when the romance of solitude can be ever so much more delicious and intense.
Experience | News | Receive | Self-awareness | Time | World |
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. ! Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Hamlet at V, i)
A noble brother, whose nature is so far from doing harms, that he suspects none. King Lear, Act i, Scene 2
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A heavy heart bears not a humble tongue; excuse me so, coming too short of thanks for my great suit so easily obtained. Love’s Labour’s Lost
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A light wife doth make a heavy husband. The Merchant of Venice, Act v, Scene 1
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Ah, this thou shouldst have done and not have spoke on ’t! In me ’tis villainy, in thee ’t had been good service. Thou must know, ’tis not my profit that does lead mine honor; mine honor, it. Repent that e’er thy tongue hath so betrayed thine act. Being done unknown, I should have found it afterwards well done, but must condemn it now. Desist, and drink. Antony and Cleopatra, Act ii, Scene 7
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love. Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O anything, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! Serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Dost thou not laugh? Romeo and Juliet, Act I, Scene 1
Experience | Looks | Love |
A tardiness in nature, a tardiness in nature which often leaves the history unspoken that it intends to do? My lord of Burgundy, what say you to the lady? Love's not love when it is mingled with regards that stand aloof from the entire point. Will you have her? She is herself a dowry. King Lear, Act i, Scene 1
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An honest woman's son, for indeed my father did something smack, something grow to, he had a kind of taste.
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