Archives - May 2001
May 1, 2001
The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what Fiction means
May 2, 2001
Like music and art, love of nature is a common language that can transcend political or social boundaries.
May 3, 2001
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
May 4, 2001
The only interesting answers are those which destroy the questions.
May 5, 2001
Genius is an African who dreams up snow.
May 6, 2001
Where flowers bloom so does hope.
May 7, 2001
The use of language is all we have to pit against death and silence.
May 8, 2001
If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun.
May 9, 2001
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
May 10, 2001
Having been unpopular in high school is not just cause for book publication.
May 11, 2001
You are the bows from which your children are as living arrows sent forth.
May 12, 2001
All that I am or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
May 13, 2001
Making the decision to have a child-its momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.
May 14, 2001
The most intolerable people are provincial celebrities.
May 15, 2001
Hard is the heart that loved naught in May.
May 16, 2001
I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds 'round my neck.
May 17, 2001
One swallow does not make a spring; neither does one fine day.
May 18, 2001
Soldiers generally win battles; generals generally get credit for them.
May 19, 2001
Exercise your words. Try them out in new relationships.
May 20, 2001
Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving in words evidence of the fact.
May 21, 2001
That which has always been accepted by everyone, everywhere, is almost certain to be false.
May 22, 2001
Every vice has its excuse ready.
May 23, 2001
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
May 24, 2001
Men have become the tools of their tools.
May 25, 2001
What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.
May 26, 2001
If we don't end war, war will end us.
May 27, 2001
To the ashes of the dead, glory comes to late.
May 28, 2001
Bravery never goes out of fashion.
May 29, 2001
I want to reach that condensation of sensations that constitutes a picture.
May 30, 2001
...Nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower.
May 31, 2001
What is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.