
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Quote of the Day (Britain’s Clement Attlee, on Material Discoveries and Morality)

Labels:
British History,
Clement Attlee,
Morality,
Quote of the Day
Sunday, March 26, 2017
Quote of the Day (Thomas Merton, on the Desire to Please God)

Labels:
God,
Prayer,
Quote of the Day,
Roman Catholic Church,
Thomas Merton
Saturday, March 25, 2017
Photo of the Day: Brooklyn Bridge, ‘Sleepless as the River Under Thee’
Vaulting
the sea, the prairies’ dreaming sod,
Unto
us lowliest sometime sweep, descend
And
of the curveship lend a myth to God.”— American poet Hart
Crane (1889-1932), “To Brooklyn Bridge,” in The Complete Poems and Selected Letters and Prose of Hart Crane, edited by Brom Weber (1933)
I
took this photo in early October of last year. As you can tell from the
short-sleeved shirts of those gathered by the riverside, something like Indian
summer was being experienced and enjoyed that day. It was the kind of day that
make those lucky enough to be in that area to fall in love with this stretch of
New York City.
Quote of the Day (Rollo May, on Freedom as ‘Our Capacity to Mold Ourselves’)

Labels:
Freedom,
Psychology,
Quote of the Day,
Rollo May,
Self-Fulfillment
Friday, March 24, 2017
Quote of the Day (Lemony Snicket, on the Importance of ‘One Misheard Word’)

Labels:
Daniel Handler,
Humor,
Lemony Snicket,
Life,
Love,
Quote of the Day,
Words
Thursday, March 23, 2017
Quote of the Day (Walt Whitman, on ‘That Music Always Round Me’)
yet
long untaught I did not hear,
But
now the chorus I hear and am elated,
A
tenor, strong, ascending with power and health, with glad notes of daybreak I
hear,
A
soprano at intervals sailing buoyantly over the tops of immense waves,
A
transparent base shuddering lusciously under and through the universe,
The
triumphant tutti, the funeral wailings with sweet flutes and violins, all of
these I fill myself with,
I
hear not the volumes of sound merely, I am moved by the exquisite meanings,
I
listen to the different voices winding in and out, striving, contending with
fiery vehemence to excel each other in emotion;
I
do not think the performers know themselves-but now I think I begin to know
them.” —American poet Walt Whitman (1819-1892), "That Music Always Round Me," in the "Whispers of Heavenly Death" section in Whitman's
last edition of Leaves of Grass
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