This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.
In the biotech revolution, it is the human body, not iron or steel or plastic, that's at the source. Are the biocapitalists going to be allowed to dig without consent into our genetic codes, then market them?
Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell
When weary with the long day’s care, and earthly change from pain to pain, and lost, and ready to despair, thy kind voice calls me back again O my true friend, I am not lone while thou canst speak with such a tone! So hopeless is the world without, the world within I doubly prize; thy world where guile and hate and doubt and cold suspicion never rise; where thou and I and Liberty have undisputed sovereignty. What matters it that all around danger and grief and darkness lie, if but within our bosom’s bound we hold a bright unsullied sky, warm with ten thousand mingled rays of suns that know no winter days? Reason indeed may oft complain for Nature’s sad reality, and tell the suffering heart how vain its cherished dreams must always be; and Truth may rudely trample down the flowers of Fancy newly blown. But thou art ever there to bring the hovering visions back and breathe new glories o’er the blighted spring and call a lovelier life from death, and whisper with a voice divine of real worlds as bright as thine. I trust not to thy phantom bliss, yet still in evening’s quiet hour with never-failing thankfulness I welcome thee, benignant power, sure solacer of human cares and brighter hope when hope despairs.
Struggle |
Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
Erma Bombeck, fully Erma Louise Bombeck, born Erma Fiste
All of us have moments in our lives that test our courage. Taking children into a house with a white carpet is one of them.
Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway
He was just a coward and that was the worst luck any man could have.
Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway
I had learned already never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.
Better | Care | Day | Dispute | Excitement | Knowing | World |
Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway
I know now that there is no one thing that is true - it is all true.
Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway
I had gone... to the smoke of cafes and nights when the room whirled and you needed to look at the wall to make it stop, nights in bed, drunk, when you knew that that was all there was, and the strange excitement of waking and not knowing who it was with you, and the world all unreal in the dark and so exciting that you must resume again unknowing and not caring in the night, sure that this was all and all and all and not caring. Suddenly to care very much and to sleep to wake with it sometimes morning and all that had been there gone and everything sharp and hard and clear and sometimes a dispute about the cost. Sometimes still pleasant and fond and warm and breakfast and lunch. Sometimes all niceness gone and glad to get out on the street but always another day starting and then another night. I tried to tell about the night and the difference between the night and the day and how the night was better unless the day was very clean and cold and I could not tell it; as I cannot tell it now. But if you have had it you know.
Better | Care | Day | Dispute | Excitement | Good | Knowing | Lord | World |
Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway
No animal has more liberty than the cat, but it buries the mess it makes. The cat is the best anarchist.
E. F. Schumacher, fully Ernst Friedrich "Fritz" Schumacher
I believe, therefore, that the best way to make contact with the essential problem is by speaking of technology: economic development in poverty-stricken areas can be fruitful only on the basis of what I have called "intermediate technology." In the end, intermediate technology will be "labor-intensive" and will lend itself to the use of small-scale establishments
E. F. Schumacher, fully Ernst Friedrich "Fritz" Schumacher
The power of ordinary people, who today tend to feel utterly powerless, does not lie in starting new lines of action, but in placing their sympathy and support with minority groups which have already started.
Consequences | Poverty | Talking | Technology |
Che Guevara, fully Ernesto “Che” Guevara
Technology which enables us to control the nature remember that the revolution is important that each of us individually is important, above all else, be able always a sense of injustice suffered by any person whatever the size of this injustice and whatever the place This man this is the most beautiful characterized by revolutionary goodbye forever, O my children, although I still hope to see you again to all of you a great big kiss and a large bosom large Papa.
World |
E. F. Schumacher, fully Ernst Friedrich "Fritz" Schumacher
The illusion of unlimited powers, nourished by astonishing scientific and technological achievements, has produced the concurrent illusion of having solved the problem of production. The latter illusion is based on the failure to distinguish between income and capital where this distinction matters most. Every economist and businessman is familiar with the distinction, and applies it conscientiously and with considerable subtlety to all economic affairs – except where it really matters: namely, the irreplaceable capital which man has not made, but simply found, and without which he can do nothing.
Eugene O'Neill, fully Eugene Gladstone O'Neill
The fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can’t see this house. You’d never know it was here. Or any of the other places down the avenue. I couldn’t see but a few feet ahead. I didn’t meet a soul. Everything looked and sounded unreal. Nothing was what it is. That’s what I wanted—to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself. Out beyond the harbor, where the road runs along the beach, I even lost the feeling of being on land. The fog and the sea seemed part of each other. It was like walking on the bottom of the sea. As if I had drowned long ago. As if I was the ghost belonging to the fog, and the fog was the ghost of the sea. It felt damned peaceful to be nothing more than a ghost within a ghost.
The man cultivates his unhappiness for the sake of fighting it in small doses. Always be unhappy, but not too much, is a sine qua non of small and intermittent happiness.
Better | Inspiration |