In the democracy of the dead all men at last are equal. There is neither rank nor station nor prerogative in the republic of the grave. ~John James Ingalls
We didn’t all come over on the same ship, but we’re all in the same boat. ~Bernard M. Baruch
Before God we are all equally wise and equally foolish. ~Albert Einstein
The souls of emperors and cobblers are cast in the same mold…. The same reason that makes us wrangle with a neighbour causes a war betwixt princes. ~Michel de Montaigne, translated
There are natures that go to the streams of life in great cities as the hart goes to the water brooks. ~Philip G. Hamerton
All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim. ~Christopher Morley, Where the Blue Begins
What is the city but the people? ~William Shakespeare
Clearly, then, the city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo. ~Desmond Morris, The Human Zoo
In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks. ~John Muir
Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake. ~Wallace Stevens
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart. ~Kahlil Gibran
The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light. ~Matthew Arnold
Here’s a photo from last summer down near Virginia Beach. This is the protected area so there are not a lot of people around and no buildings. It’s a very peaceful place.
God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages. ~Jacques Deval, Afin de vivre bel et bien
When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes. ~William Shakespeare, Henry V
One reason why birds and horses are happy is because they are not trying to impress other birds and horses. ~Dale Carnegie
Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep. ~Scott Adams
Painting is just another way of keeping a diary. ~Pablo Picasso
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up. ~Pablo Picasso
Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen. ~Leonardo da Vinci
To be overcome by the fragrance of flowers is a delectable form of defeat. ~Beverly Nichols
The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks. ~Tennessee Williams
Perfumes are the feelings of flowers. ~Heinrich Heine, The Hartz Journey
I have been rewriting my new poem Learning How To Kiss online since yesterday. And I think it is better than it was yesterday. But I don’t know how anyone feel about it except Time Thief who very kindly said some things about it.
So I would appreciate it if you the reader would send it to SU StumbleUpon or your favorite outlet for this sort of thing so it will receive some exposure.
I went down to the river today to take some photos. It was very cold. There was ice forming on the rocks and things. So I didn’t stay very long and didn’t take very many pictures. Then I found a nice, warm spot in front of the computer and downloaded some pics from Christmas that were overlooked during the winter illness phase.
Here is a photo of my granddaughter Kate. She is a lovely child with wide eyes and a beautiful mouth. But where did she get those ears? She is a very intelligent child and I love her very much. Maybe the ears are there just to make us laugh. Maybe she will make people laugh her whole life through with her delightful and clever personality.
And her ears are just a harbinger of all the wonderful things yet to come.
And here are Jillian and Lindsay. They met for the first time this Christmas as they are from different sides of the family and from different parts of the country. And they had a wonderful time twirling in a computer chair.
I realized today that I am almost ten years older than our new president. It’s the first time I have been older than a president. And I started thinking about how important it is for the younger generation to feel “their guy” is in charge.
They will be running things some day. These children will be voting and making their views known. I think that this is one of the things that is great about our system. We integrate our young people into the process at an early age.
We allow them to feel it is their country and they must work for it and make wise decisions to keep it going. They must put their “best foot forward” and not throw bombs from outside the perimeter as often happens in other places throughout the world where power is not so easily shared.
These are our children.
We hold our heads high. We let them take the wheel. Here’s another photo I took this past month of my younger son. He’s taking some very good political science courses at VCU.
His ears don’t stick out as much but I’m not sure about the beard. Does it matter?
Not very much.