He (Marilyn Manson) has a woman's name and wears make-up. How original.
- Alice Cooper


The city of paper, which grows cell by cell during the summer months, is left empty and deserted when winter comes. The host of its inhabitants, with the exception of a few hibernating queens, are slain by the cold. The story of the city and the story of the wasps, in the main, is the record of a single summer. 
From The Strange Lives of Familiar Insects
By Edwin Teale


It seems to me that sanctuaries are akin to monasticism in the dark ages. The world was so wicked it was better to have islands of decency than none at all. Hence decent citizens retired to monasteries and convents. Once established these islands became an alibi for lack of private reform. People said: "We pay the bills for all this virtue. Let goodness stay where it belongs and not pester practical folks who have to run the world." ...The more monasteries or sanctuaries the grimmer the incongruity between inside and outside.

From "Land Use and Democracy"
By Aldo Leopold


But my only weapon was stillness, and my only wish its continued presence before my eyes.
From A Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
By Annie Dillard


Then, you may know, the last round came, and with it pride.   
   I swivelled round to face my own whiskey
recalling anecdotes in turn of ancestral
   snowfields and running wolves and fireside.

From "The Memory of Barbarism is the Recollection of Virtue"
By Richard Emil Braun


Now the strong wind blew straight into the drawing room. It shook the dust off the gauze around the chandelier, and it fanned the ashes in the porcelain stove. It flapped the decals that were pasted on the walls. One of them came off and was carried away.

 The room was filled with a smell of night and firs, and Moomintroll thought: “Good. A family has to be ventilated at times.” He went out on the steps and stared out into the damp darkness.
“Now I’ve got everything,” Moomintroll said to himself. “I’ve got the whole year. Winter too. I’m the first Moomin to have lived through an entire year.”

- From Moominland Midwinter
By Tove Jansson


What is a Friend? I’ll tell you.
It is a person with whom you dare to be yourself.
Your soul can go naked with him.
He seems to ask you to put on nothing, only to be what you really are.
When you are with him, you do not have to be on your guard.
You can say what you think, so long as it is genuinely you.

He understands those contradictions in your nature that causes other to misjudge you.
With him you breathe freely – you can allow your little vanities and envies and absurdities and in opening them up to him they are dissolved on the white ocean of his loyalty.
He understands. – You can weep with him, laugh with him, pray with him – through and underneath it all he see, knows and loves you.
A Friend – I repeat – is one with whom you dare to be yourself.



Rain, rain, go away
My lost head will likely drown
Happy St. Patrick's


'Therefore I say: Ea! Let these things Be! And I will send forth into the Void the Flame Imperishable, and it shall be at the heart of the World, and the World shall Be; and those of you that will go down into it.' And suddenly the Ainur saw afar off a light, as it were a cloud with a living heart of flame; and they knew that this was no vision only, but that Iluvatar had made a new thing: Ea, the World that Is.
- From The Silmarillion
By J.R.R. Tolkien


Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
To pace the ground, if path be there or none,
While a fair region round the traveller lies
Which he forbears again to look upon;
Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene,
The work of Fancy, or some happy tone
Of meditation, slipping in between
The beauty coming and the beauty gone.
If Thought and Love desert us, from that day
Let us break off all commerce with the Muse:
With Thought and Love companions of our way,
Whate'er the senses take or may refuse,
The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews
Of inspiration on the humblest lay.

"Most Sweet It Is"
By William Wordsworth


I was ready for all that might happen
Head lowered
         Feet touching my head
And everything that moved in the corner
Against the wall
         Opposite me and beside me
The mirror as it faded had begun to tremble
There was a light
                                                   Long ago
and the face that I see
            Would this be the hour
Under the roof the rain-pipe weeps
And a far-off train that was calling
The room stretched beyond the walls

At that moment they might have caught me
            Or I could even have stumbled

World was falling over and over into slumber

By Pierre Reverdy


I have been a gipsy since those days,   
And lived again in the wild wood ways.

Wise with the lore of those hidden things,   
Learnt from Lord Christ in His wanderings,

Beggar and reaper and shepherd and slave,   
I am one who rests not in any grave;

I will follow each stormy light divine,   
And the secret of all things shall be mine.

These things have I seen, would you bid me mourn   
That I was never an Emperor born?”

From "The Vagrant's Romance"
By Eva Gore-Booth


I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.

"I Hear America Singing"
by Walt Whitman


Six days later, Jesus took with him Peter and James and his brother John and led them up a high mountain, by themselves. 2And he was transfigured before them, and his face shone like the sun, and his clothes became dazzling white. 3Suddenly there appeared to them Moses and Elijah, talking with him. 4Then Peter said to Jesus, “Lord, it is good for us to be here; if you wish, I will make three dwellings here, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah.” 5While he was still speaking, suddenly a bright cloud overshadowed them, and from the cloud a voice said, “This is my Son, the Beloved; with him I am well pleased; listen to him!” 6When the disciples heard this, they fell to the ground and were overcome by fear. 7But Jesus came and touched them, saying, “Get up and do not be afraid.” 8And when they looked up, they saw no one except Jesus himself alone.

Matthew 17:1-8


The great hurrah about wild animals is that they exist at all, and the greater hurrah is the actual moment of seeing them. Because they have a nice dignity, and prefer to have nothing to do with me, not even as the simple objects of my vision. They show me by their very wariness what a prize it is simply to open my eyes and behold. 

From Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
By Annie Dillard


The Philosopher And The Cobbler

            There came to a cobbler’s shop a philosopher with worn shoes. And the philosopher said to the cobbler, “ Please mend my shoes. ”
            And the cobbler said, “ I am mending another man’s shoes now, and there are still other shoes to patch before I can come to yours. But leave your shoes here, and wear this other pair today, and come tomorrow for your own. ”
             Then the philosopher was indignant, and he said, “ I wear no shoes that are not my own. ”
            And the cobbler said, “ Well then, are you in truth a philosopher, and cannot enfold your feet with the shoes of another man? Upon this very street there is another cobbler who understands philosophers better than I do. Go you to him for mending. ”

From The Wanderer
By Kahlil Gibran


Grandpa Lake snowshoe
Morning following snowfall
Not first visitors

(here moosey-moosey moosey...)