March 31, 2007

  • We are all kind of like Crayons, we are all different and yet all so very much the same.
             -Anonymous


    When the artist is alive in any person, they become an inventive, searching, self-expressive creature. They disturb, upset, enlighten, and open ways for better understanding. Where those who are not artists are trying to close the book, they open it and show there are still more pages possible.
             -Jeanne


    To not love everyone is to love no one
             -Anonymous


    Neither a borrower nor a lender be:
    For loan oft loses both itself and friend.


              -Polonius, scene iii, Act II 


    To be, or not to be, - that is the question: -
    Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
    The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
    Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
    And by opposing end them? - To die, to sleep, -
    No more; and by a sleep to say we end
    The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
    That flesh is heir to, - 'tis a consummation
    Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; -
    To sleep, perchance to dream: - ay, there's the rub;
    For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
    Must give us pause: there's the respect
    That makes calamity of so long life;
    For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
    The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
    The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
    The insolence of office, and the spurns
    That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
    When he himself might his quietus make
    With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear,
    To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
    But that the dread of something after death, -
    The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
    No traveller returns, - puzzles the will,
    And makes us rather bear those ills we have
    Than fly to others that we know naught of?
    Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
    And thus the native hue of resolution
    Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
    And enterprises of great pith and moment,
    With this regard, their currents turn awry,
    And lose the name of action.


                  -Hamlet, scene i, Act III


    Just quotes for freethinking...