The World Is A Great Mirror

The world is a great mirror. It reflects back to you what you are. If you are loving, if you are friendly, if you are helpful, the world will prove loving and friendly and helpful to you. The world is what you are.

-         Thomas Dreier

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Those Pslams ARE Depressing

God: What are you doing now?
King Arthur: Averting our eyes, oh Lord.
God: Well, don't. It's just like those miserable psalms, always so depressing. Now knock it off!

-         Monty Python and the Holy Grail

God?

Writing Is Its Own Reward

That thing you had to force yourself to do – the actual act of writing – turns out to be the best part. It’s like discovering that while you thought you needed the tea ceremony for the caffeine, what you really needed was the tea ceremony. The act of writing turns out to be its own reward.

-         Annie Lamott

Bird by Bird

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Two Silly Bulls!

Prince: Two what?

Edmund: Two syllables.

Prince: Two silly bulls? I don't think so, Blackadder -- not in The Bible. I can remember a fatted calf, but, as I recall, that was quite a sensible animal. Oh, ah! It's it, um, er, Noah's Ark, with the, er, two pigs, two ants, and two silly bulls? Is that it?

Edmund: Two syll- A-bles.

Prince: What?

Edmund: Look, we're getting confused; let's start again, shall we?

Prince: No, let's not, Blackadder. I think the whole game's getting a bit sylla, to be honest.

-         Blackadder’s Christmas Carol

Two Silly Bulls indeed! Love Hugh Laurie.

Appreciate How Far You've Come

...You also need to look back, not just at the people who are running behind you but especially at those who don't run and never will...
Those who run but don't race...
Those who started training for a race but didn't carry through...
Those who got to the starting line but didn't get to the finish line...
Those who once raced better than you but no longer run at all.
You're still here.
Take pride in wherever you finish.

- Joe Henderson

Victory! You have conquered!

Prufrock

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

- T. S. Eliot

Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock


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Herds of Wildebeest

Basil: May I ask what you expected to see out of a Torquay hotel bedroom window? Sydney Opera House, perhaps? The Hanging Gardens of Babylon? Herds of wildebeest sweeping majestically...?

Mrs. Richards: Don't be silly. I expect to be able to see the sea.

Basil: You can see the sea. It's over there between the land and the sky.

Mrs. Richards: I'd need a telescope to see that.

Basil: Well, then, may I suggest you move to a hotel nearer the sea? [mutters] Or preferably in it.

Fawlty Towers

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