Quotes to inspire and reflect

… Je me suis baigné dans le Poème

Ô saisons, ô châteaux!

I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

So leben wir und nehmen immer Abschied.

I’m world famous, Dr Parks said, all over Canada.

Memory says: Want to do right? Don’t count on me.

The thing I came for:

Rent is that portion of the earth, which is paid to the landlord for the use of the original and indestructible powers of the soil.

I now begin the journey that will lead me into the sunset of my life.

We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them this morning, as they prepared for the journey and waved goodbye and ‘slipped the surly bonds of earth’ to ‘touch the face of God.’

An evil empire.

President Carter had described a proposal for a national health insurance plan

You can tell a lot about a fellow’s character by his way of eating jellybeans.

I paid for this microphone.

Politics is supposed to be the second oldest profession. I have come to realize that it bears a very close resemblance to the first.

Civilization is the progress toward a society of privacy.

Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit.

C’est Vénus tout entière à sa proie attachée.

She floats, she hesitates; in a word, she’s a woman.

I am going to seek a great perhaps … Bring down the curtain, the farce is played out.

Fay ce que vouldras.

A cynical, mercenary, demagogic, corrupt press will produce in time a people as base as itself.

Nature abhors a vacuum.

We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full.

Our Republic and its press will rise or fall together.

Poetry must be as well written as prose.

Real education must ultimately be limited to one who INSISTS on knowing, the rest is mere sheep-herding.

Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance; that poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music.

Literature is news that STAYS news.

Pull down thy VANITY

The ant’s a centaur in his dragon world.

There died a myriad,

Died some, pro patria,

For three years, out of key with his time,

The age demanded an image

Tching prayed on the mountain and wrote MAKE IT NEW

And even I can remember

Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.

All gardening is landscape-painting.

Party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.

A man should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that he is wiser to-day than he was yesterday.

The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,

Coffee, (which makes the politician wise,

Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey,

Belinda smiled, and all the world was gay.

They shift the moving toyshop of their heart.

Fair tresses man’s imperial race insnare,