Meduer
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The only poetry than makes one doze
Is that one type that ought to remain prose.
—Blank Verse, Epigram VI, opus poeticus (op. poe.) 18 -
Car, comme dans toute oeuvre de la Nature,
Les imperfections sont sa signature.
—Essor d'espoir, verses 141-142, op. poe. 27 -
A symphony's flaws are to its composer's mind
As observable as colour is to the blind.
—Critique of Oneself, Aphorism I, op. poe. 29 -
The wooden world map’s turned a chessboard,
Kings with their crowns, each knight with his sword;
Ere long these chessmen have begun to rot,
And the board, too, has been to havoc brought.
What was once a clever, peaceful rivalry
Has become a fierce duel of cavalry;
Promptly each bloc has its horses saddled,
Its pawns lined row on row, its king castled.
Soon arose a stalemate everlasting—
No side’s right, only seeming contrasting:
For both White and Black themselves the brightest think,
But both Black and White alike are dark as ink.
—A Stalemate Everlasting, op. poe. 43 -
L'handicap n'est pas une condamnation. Il n'est qu'un obstacle.
Impairment is not a condemnation, but merely an obstacle.
—Le Seuil du possible franchi, Essay IV, opus diurnale (op. diur.) 11 -
Mémorable est le maître quand l’apprenti craint
Non ses poings serrés, mais seul son soupir serein.
Memorable is the master when the apprentice fears not his clenched fist, but his disappointed sigh.
—Les Maîtres illustres, Aphorism VIII, op. poe. 52
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edit- There once was a man in Nantucket
Whose poll numbers really did suck it;
At least he is not
That orange pol pot
Who ate all his meals from a bucket.- Stephen Colbert, limerick from The Late Show with Stephen Colbert, 25th of November 2021
- Wine in; truth out.
- Charles Dickens, Nicholas Nickleby, Chapter XXVII
- Here lies my wife: here let her lie!
Now she's at rest—and so am I.- John Dryden, Epitaph intended for his wife
- My father was a mulatto, my grandfather was a Negro, and my great-grandfather a monkey. You see, Sir, my family starts where yours ends.
- Alexandre Dumas, in response to a racist comment directed at him
Powerful or meaningful
edit- The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.
- So gleams the past, the light of other days,
Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays.- Lord Byron, Sun of the Sleepless, from Hebrew Melodies
- Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom,
On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;
But on thy turf shall roses rear
Their leaves, the earliest of the year;
And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom.
And oft by yon blue gushing stream
Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head,
And feed deep thought with many a dream,
And lingering pause and lightly tread;
Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
Away; we know that tears are vain,
That death nor heeds nor hears distress;
Will this unteach us to complain?
Or make one mourner weep the less?
And thou—who tell'st me to forget,
Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.- Lord Byron, Oh! Snatched Away in Beauty's Bloom, from Hebrew Melodies
- I don't want anyone to admire my pants in a museum.
- What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.- W. H. Davies, Leisure, from Songs of Joy and Others
- Of all fruitless errands, sending a tear to look after a day that is gone is the most fruitless.
- Charles Dickens, Nicholas Nickleby, Chapter X
- If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.- Emily Dickinson, Life
- Farewell all joys, O death come close mine eyes:
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.
- Chante ! Milton chantait ; chante ! Homère a chanté.
Le poète des sens perce la triste brume ;
L'aveugle voit dans l'ombre un monde de clarté.
Quand l'oeil du corps s'éteint, l'oeil de l'esprit s'allume.- Victor Hugo, À un poète aveugle, from Les Contemplations
- Busy, curious, thirsty fly!
Drink with me and drink as I:
Freely welcome to my cup,
Couldst thou sip and sip it up:
Make the most of life you may,
Life is short and wears away.
Both alike are mine and thine
Hastening quick to their decline:
Thine's a summer, mine no more,
Though repeated to threescore.
Threescore summers, when they're gone,
Will appear as short as one!- William Oldys, Busy, Curious, Thirsty Fly
- Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night:
God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light.- Alexander Pope, epitaph intended for Isaac Newton
- We — are we not formed, as notes of music are,
For one another, though dissimilar?
- Punctuality is the thief of time.
- A true friend is one who stabs you in the front.
- Disputed (possibly Oscar Wilde)
- Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better.
- T. S. Eliot, The Sacred Wood