“Religion is for those who are afraid of Hell. Spirituality is for those who have already been there.”
“I don’t recommend drugs, violence, or insanity for anybody, but they’ve worked for me.”
Hunter S. Thompson
“the thing that lies at the foundation of
positive
change is service to a fellow human being.”
-Lech Walesa
In a consumer society there are inevitably two kinds of slaves: the
prisoners of addiction and the prisoners of envy. -Ivan Illich, priest
“Desire is half of life; indifference is half of death”
“Faith is an oasis in the heart that will never be reached by the caravan of thinking”
“Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need.”
Kahlil Gibran, “Sand and Foam”
Some are destined to succeed, others are determined to.
H. H. Swami Tejomayananda
The sun was now just above the tallest spires, and the flooding light that turned the dusty pavement to red gold made me feel philosophical. In the brown book in my sabretache there was the tale of an angel (perhaps one of the winged women warriors who are said to serve the Autarch) who, coming to Urth on some petty mission or other, was struck by a child’s arrow and died. With her gleaming robes all dyed by her heart’s blood, even as the boulevards were stained by the expiring life of the sun, she encountered Gabriel himself. His sword blazed in one hand, his great two-headed axe swung in the other, and across his back, suspended on the rainbow, hung the very battle horn of Heaven.
“Where wend you, little one,” asked Gabriel, “with your breast more scarlet than the robin’s?”
“I am killed,” the angel said, “and I return to merge my substance once more with the Pancreator.”
“Do not be absurd. You are an angel, a pure spirit, and cannot die.”
“But I am dead,” said the angel, “nevertheless. You have observed the wasting of my blood – do you not observe also that it no longer issues in straining spurtings, but only seeps sluggishly? Note the pallor of my countenance. Is not the touch of an angel warm and bright? Take my hand and you will imagine you hold a horror new dragged from some stagnant pool. Taste my breath – is it not fetid, foul, and nidorous?” Gabriel answered nothing, and at last the angel said, “Brother and better, even if I have not convinced you with all my proofs, I pray you stand aside. I would rid the universe of my presence.”
“I am convinced indeed,” Gabriel said, stepping from the other’s way. “It is only that I was thinking that had I known we might perish, I would not at all times have been so bold.”
- Gene Wolfe, Shadow and Claw
I fear not even as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, for I know that I am the meanest motherfucker in the valley.
If I’m gonna get my balls blown off for a word, my word is poontang.
animal mother
?You cannot blame porn, … When I was young, I used to masturbate to Gilligan’s Island.?
Ron Jeremy
Once upon a time, there was a king.
The king ordered that all the knowledge in the world me ammassed for him, so that he may achieve enlightenment.
His scholars spent 40 years and created a library.
Fearing he would not be able to read this library soon enough, he ordered them to compile a single book with enough knowledge, it would give him enlightenment.
And in the next 20 years, his scholars did just so.
For the next year, the King spent his time reading the book. After he had finished he, had achieved enlightenment. But being the noble man he was, the king wished to share enlightenment with his kingdom. Unfortunatly, many of his citizens were illiterate, and many did not have time to read the compiled book of knoledge.
He went to every scholar he had and asked them to sum up the book into to one sentence. He asked that the sentence be able to enlighten one in all times, those good and those bad.
Many of the scholars tried, and failed. They could not come up with a single sentence that would show enlightenment to the world.
The king then approached the oldest of his elders. He pleaded with him to use his wisdom to create the enlightening sentence. The king knew he had little time left for this world, he told the elder that he felt as though he bore the world, but felt an incredible sense of joy from his enlightenment.
The old man simply smiled and said “This too shall pass.”
“If there is no struggle there is no progress. Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the awful roar of its many waters. This struggle may be a moral one; or it may be a physical one; or it may be both moral and physical; but it must be a struggle. Power concedes nothing without demand. It never did and it never will.”
frederick douglas 1857
“Smack it up, flip it, rub it down”
Bell, Biv, Devoe
[quote]BIGRAGOO wrote:
A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in. --Greek Proverb
I really like this one. [/quote]
Another version:
Its the superior man, who plants a tree, in who’s shade he will never stand…
Two sentences are etched on the tombstone of Ludwig Feuerbach
Man created god in his own image.
Do good for mankind’s sake.
[quote]mazilla wrote:
guns don’t kill people, i kill people. [/quote]
Classic.
He who hesitates is wasted…
Hunter Thompson
There is no gravity, the earth sucks…
A closed mouth gathers no foot.
The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
While I may not be particularly amorous of the individual who said it, this has remained one of my favourite quotes of all time, and a real inspiration to me:
"
Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle.
The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours."
-Ayn Rand