Saturday, January 31, 2009


You can't trust water: Even a straight stick turns crooked in it.
W. C. Fields

Friday, January 30, 2009


You can close your eyes to reality but not to memories.
Stanislaw Jerzy Lec

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Blazing hearth

One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way.
Vincent Van Gogh

Wednesday, January 28, 2009


Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
Rabindranath Tagore

Tuesday, January 27, 2009


There is no blue without yellow and without orange.
Vincent van Gogh

Monday, January 26, 2009

The eye

It is the eye which makes the horizon.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Laughing Flowers in Freedom

The flower in the vase smiles, but no longer laughs.
- Malcolm De Chazal

Saturday, January 24, 2009

A silent song.

A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it
has a song.
- Chinese Proverb

Friday, January 23, 2009

Salt water.

The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea.
- Isak Dinesen

Thursday, January 22, 2009

A sky of promises.

A promise is a cloud; fulfillment is rain.
- Arabian Proverb

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Reflected images.

Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.
- Jean Cocteau

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

I can push the grass apart

God, I can push the grass apart
And lay my finger on Thy heart!
- Edna St.Vincent Millay

Monday, January 19, 2009

An affection for a great city

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the
neighbourhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Walking with the trees.

Today I have grown taller from walking with the trees.
- Karle Wilson Baker

In this windy place

No one but Night, with tears on her dark face,
Watches beside me in this windy place.
Edna St. Vincent Millay

Saturday, January 17, 2009


Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
William Shakespeare

Friday, January 16, 2009

Appetite for variety

Our minds are like our stomaches; they are whetted by the change of their food, and variety supplies both with fresh appetite.
Marcus Fabius Quintilia

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Expectation of the dawn

We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aid, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn.
Henry David Thoreau

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Staircase to heaven

My soul can find no staircase to heaven unless it be through earth's loveliness.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

A glory of a new day

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
Walt Whitman

Monday, January 12, 2009

One day left

There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.
Jean-Paul Sartre

Sunday, January 11, 2009

No matter where it's going. As long as we go together.

Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,
No matter where it's going.
Edna St.Vincent Millay

Friday, January 9, 2009


Time is the most valuable thing a man can spend.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

The desire for desiring.

Boredom: the desire for desires.
Leo Tolstoy

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

The closest distance.

Laughter is the closest distance between two people.
Victor Borge

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Curved bodies. Emotional bodies.

Curves are so emotional.

My beloved's eye, what are you telling me?

A friend's eye is a good mirror.
Irish proverb

Monday, January 5, 2009

I have promises to keep

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost

Sunday, January 4, 2009


Trees are much like human beings and enjoy each other's company. Only a few love to be alone.
Jens Jensen

Saturday, January 3, 2009


In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.
Terry Pratchett

Friday, January 2, 2009

Read the World

The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.
St. Augustine

Thursday, January 1, 2009

A smell of emotion

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.
Heinrich Heine