Showing posts with label Marcel Proust. Show all posts
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Monday, January 5, 2009

Words of wisdom, or Sayings To Live By


In honor of Daphne of Leeds, Yorkshire, United Kingdom, a recent visitor to Paris (France), Barcelona (Spain), and Cape Canaveral (Florida, U.S.A.); and also in honor of Dr. Jim, a resident of that vast uncharted territory that spreads away from Houston (Texas, U.S.A.) who at this very moment is a passenger on the QM2 ocean liner and is planning to spend much of January on the island of Grenada in the Caribbean; and, belatedly, in honor of Sam and Dorothy G. who left frozen Ohio for Cabo San Lucas in Baja California before Christmas and Cocoa Beach in Florida after Christmas; and especially for all the fine folk everywhere who long to travel but for various reasons must stay at home, I post these words of wisdom:

“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” --T.S. Eliot

“The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.” --Marcel Proust

“If I had to live my life again, I’d do everything the same, except that I wouldn’t see The Magus.” --Woody Allen


<b>English Is Strange (example #17,643) and a new era begins</b>

Through, cough, though, rough, bough, and hiccough do not rhyme, but pony and bologna do. Do not tell me about hiccup and baloney. ...