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  • #1
    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
    “You can’t, if you can’t feel it, if it never
    Rises from the soul, and sways
    The heart of every single hearer,
    With deepest power, in simple ways.
    You’ll sit forever, gluing things together,
    Cooking up a stew from other’s scraps,
    Blowing on a miserable fire,
    Made from your heap of dying ash.
    Let apes and children praise your art,
    If their admiration’s to your taste,
    But you’ll never speak from heart to heart,
    Unless it rises up from your heart’s space.”
    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust, First Part

  • #2
    Rudyard Kipling
    “And the first rude sketch that the world has seen
    was joy to his mighty heart,
    Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, "It's pretty, but is it art?”
    Rudyard Kipling, Barrack Room Ballads & Departamental Ditties and Ballads

  • #3
    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
    “Here too it’s masquerade, I find:
    As everywhere, the dance of mind.
    I grasped a lovely masked procession,
    And caught things from a horror show…
    I’d gladly settle for a false impression,
    If it would last a little longer, though.”
    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

  • #4
    Oscar Wilde
    “You can never be overdressed or overeducated.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #5
    Oscar Wilde
    “Everybody who is incapable of learning has taken to teaching.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #6
    Alfred Tennyson
    “Be near me when my light is low,
    When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
    And tingle; and the heart is sick,
    And all the wheels of Being slow.

    Be near me when the sensuous frame
    Is rack'd with pangs that conquer trust;
    And Time, a maniac scattering dust,
    And Life, a fury slinging flame.

    Be near me when my faith is dry,
    And men the flies of latter spring,
    That lay their eggs, and sting and sing
    And weave their petty cells and die.

    Be near me when I fade away,
    To point the term of human strife,
    And on the low dark verge of life
    The twilight of eternal day.”
    Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam

  • #7
    William Faulkner
    “In writing, you must kill all your darlings.”
    William Faulkner

  • #8
    Virginia Woolf
    “Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

  • #9
    Plato
    “Other people are likely not to be aware that those who pursue philosophy aright study nothing but dying and being dead. Now if this is true, it would be absurd to be eager for nothing but this all their lives, and then to be troubled when that came for which they had all along been eagerly practicing.”
    Plato, Phaedo

  • #10
    Theodore Roosevelt
    “It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
    Theodore Roosevelt

  • #11
    Mark Twain
    “I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.”
    Mark Twain

  • #12
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Action is Character.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • #13
    Mark Twain
    “I once sent a dozen of my friends a telegram saying 'flee at once - all is discovered.' They all left town immediately.”
    Mark Twain

  • #14
    Neil deGrasse Tyson
    “For me, I am driven by two main philosophies: know more today about the world than I knew yesterday and lessen the suffering of others. You'd be surprised how far that gets you.”
    Neil deGrasse Tyson

  • #15
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “I can't count the men who have tried to seduce me away from my virtue by teaching me how to defend it.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #16
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “Each woman is like an instrument, waiting to be learned, loved, and finely played, to have at last her own true music made.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

  • #17
    Benjamin Franklin
    “Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety.”
    Benjamin Franklin

  • #18
    Homer
    “Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.”
    Homer, The Iliad

  • #19
    W.C. Fields
    “Once, during Prohibition, I was forced to live for days on nothing but food and water.”
    W.C. Fields

  • #20
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
    Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
    Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
    Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
    How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise?
    Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
    To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,
    Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
    Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?
    And driven the Hamadryad from the wood
    To seek a shelter in some happier star?
    Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,
    The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
    The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #21
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “It is easier to understand if you think of it in terms of music. Sometimes a man enjoys a symphony. Elsetimes he finds a jig more suited to his taste.
    The same holds true for lovemaking. One type is suited to the deep cushions of a twilight forest glade. Another comes quite naturally tangled in the sheets of narrow beds upstairs in inns. Each woman is like an instrument, waiting to be learned, loved, and finely played, to have at last her own true music made.

    Some might take offense at this way of seeing things, not understanding how a trouper views his music. They might think I degrade women. They might consider me callous, or boorish, or crude.

    But those people do not understand love, or music, or me.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear



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