Después de los cuarenta años la verdadera cara la tenemos en la nuca, mirando desesperadamente para atrás. (After forty years, the real face is on the back of the neck, looking desperately back.)
—Julio Cortázar
Tuesday, January 05, 2016
Post #1982
While we are reasoning concerning life, life is gone; and death, though perhaps they receive him differently, yet treats alike the fool and the philosopher.
— David Hume
Monday, January 04, 2016
Post #1981
HOPE writes the poetry of the boy, but memory that of the man. Man looks forward with smiles, but backward with sighs. Such is the wise providence of God. The cup of life is the sweetest at the brim; the flavor is impaired as we drink deeper, and the dregs are made bitter that we may not struggle when it is taken from our lips.
—Unknown
—Unknown
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Post #1922
The soul is only the thinking part of the body, and with the body it passes away. When death comes, the farce is over (la farce est jouée), therefore let us take our pleasure while we can.
—Julien Offray de la Mettrie
Monday, July 20, 2015
Post #1861
For the length of life there is no law. The weakest thread will draw itself out to an unexpected length, and the strongest is suddenly cutoff by the scissors of Fate, who seems to take delight in contradictions.
—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Thursday, June 18, 2015
Post #1839
The great fact is, that life is a service. The only question is, "Whom will we serve?"
—Frederick William Faber
—Frederick William Faber
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Post #1838
We are haunted by an ideal life, and it is because we have within us the beginning and the possibility of it.
—Phillips Brooks
—Phillips Brooks