It isn't only the pressure of the need for money that makes people unhappy, it is confusion and misunderstanding, above all it is the failure to grasp the simple truth that other people are as real as you--that they have hopes and aspirations and that we all want only the best for each other.

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The ability to fend off harm is a test of vitality. The spent is drawn to destruction. Robert Musil

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Money from inheritance is much more respectable than money from acquisition.

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Personally I am relaxed about sodomy--which is not the same about being relaxed during sodomy. Mark Twain.

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Never avenge anything -- especially if you have the power to do so.

Winston Churchill

Fathers always expect their sons to have their own virtues
without their faults. Winston Churchill

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This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers,
Darker than the colorless beards of old men,
Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths...
Walt Whitman

Now it is autumn and the falling fruit
And the long journey towards oblivion.

The apples falling like great drops of dew
To bruise themselves an exit from themselves.

And it is time to go, to bid farewell
To one's self, and find an exit
from the fallen self.

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And can a man his own quietus make
with a bare bodkin?

D. H. Lawrence.

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People everywhere confuse what they read in newspapers with news. A.J. Liebling

Check with the doorman.

I think that, in general, doormen look better when smartly dressed as Czarist Russian Admirals in heavy woolen overcoats with gold fringed epaulets, huge lapped pockets, and also wearing eight point, gold trimmed, leather-visored officers' hats.

You should want to promptly make arrangements for proper uniforming. Maybe I got such a get-up in the back of the store. I don't know....

Solomon.

Michael Gross: a vigilant servant of the truth.

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what is a capitalist?

One who hopes to gain heaven by knowing the ropes.
E. M. Forster

If a piece of art must be understood through the brain first it has that much further to go to reach the heart.

Phillip Toshio Sudo
Zen Guitar

If you have to appreciate a work of art via your brain ....

Basically we have no home. We move from apartment to apartment, or from city to city. There is no generational plot of land that calls us, that keeps us.

Rather, it is our friends, our life long friends that bind us together. We expect friendship without guilt a commitment which lives in us just because we are who we are, and as time goes on the glue of friedhip stiffens, and holds fast. We complement each other, like a setting on a table. the fork needs the knife, the soup calls for the spoon and napkin.

Our friendship has been refined over the years--perhaps it is true that we would not sacrifice everything we have for each other--but that's only money. I would not be surprised, however if we'd sacrifice our lives for each other. There has been an unreakable harmony amongst our little group--until now. there is no way to curtail the inclination of our feelings--but something has shattered within the group--and attention must be paid. Thisis not an implacable break. I would ask here that we not confront, to pick at the scab, but to leave punishment, resentment and reprisal to life and its changing fortune.

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The Gypsy looked me in the eye knowingly. She ignored my wife who sat at my side. She held my hand lightly in her's and mumbled to herself, "what's this?" She turned directly to me, somehow putting herself between my wife and me. My wife's curiosity level must have sky-rocketed.

The palm reader began, " You have two parallel love lines. Each is very long, each is very deep, each is unbroken. " I gritted my teeth. The wife leaned closer to hear what was becoming a gypsy incantation.

mek

"It makes me feel a certain zest
To bear your body's weight upon my breast
but let me make it plain:

I find this frenzy insufficient reason
For conversation when we meet again."

Edna St. Vincent M.

Larry, The Iceman Cometh

I was forced to admit, at the end of thirty years’ devotion to the Cause, that I was never made for it. I was condemned to be one of those who has to see all sides of a question.
When you’re damned like that, the questions multiply for you until in the end it’s all questions and no answer. As history proves, to be a worldly success at anything, especially revolution, you have to wear blinders like a horse and see only straight in front of you. You have to see, too, that this is all black, and that is all white.

Eugene Gladstone O’Neill.



Life can never be completed. It can only be abandoned.

Michael E. Katz