Better it is to live alone; there is no fellowship with a fool. Live alone and do no evil; be carefree like an elephant in the elephant forest.

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If for company you cannot find a wise and prudent friend who leads a good life, then, like a king who leaves behind a conquered kingdom, or like a lone elephant in the elephant forest, you should go your way alone.


The child whispered, “God, speak to me” And a meadow lark sang. The child did not hear.

So the child yelled, “God, speak to me!”
And the thunder rolled across the sky
But the child did not listen.

The child looked around and said,
“God let me see you” and a star shone brightly
But the child did not notice.

And the child shouted,
“God show me a miracle!”
And a life was born but the child did not know.

So the child cried out in despair,
“Touch me God, and let me know you are here!”
Whereupon God reached down
And touched the child.

But the child brushed the butterfly away
And walked away unknowingly.

Ravindra Kumar Karnani
(Old Hindu poem)


Her man,
A wild dark love song
Borne deep within her gypsy soul
He’s gone to live in jagged mountains
Where salmon jump and sing
In tarns
High above
The cloud lines
Beyond the silver moon
In the shadow of the Cader Idris
In misty mountains
Where meadowlarks are known to wing
And wild geese fly
Across the winter sky
He’s gone to live in snow capped mountains
Where frozen voices echo
Across the frosty fields
Across the icy meadow
Languidly, across the frigid lea
Then back again
He’s gone from her forever
This wild dark love song,
Her man

Sharmagne Leland-St. John

“Everywhere was the atmosphere of a long debauch that had to end; the orchestras played too fast, the stakes were too high at the gambling tables, the players were so empty, so tired, secretly hoping to vanish together into sleep and … maybe wake on a very distant morning and hear nothing, whatever, no shouting or crooning, find all things changed.” ― Malcolm Cowley, Exile’s Return: A Literary Odyssey of the 1920s

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“To others, the universe seems decent because decent people have welded eyes. That is why they fear lewdness. They are never frightened by the crowing of a rooster or when strolling under a starry heaven. In general, people savour the “pleasures of the flesh” only on the condition that they may be insipid.”
― Georges Bataille

“E Pele, Pele, Pele, E Pele E!” “The Legend of Pele Teaches One to Be Hospitable, Generous, Loving & Merciful to All Who Cross Ones Path, For One Knows Not the Spiritual Nobility of Whom One Entertains…!”

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Ku`ia ka hele a ka na`au ha`aha`a.

Hesitant walks the humble hearted.

A humble person walks carefully, so as not to hurt others.
Don’t walk all over people !

Foi à roça, perdeu a carroça. The one who left, lost his place

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“Copacabana (At The Copa)”

Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl
With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there
She would merengue and do the cha-cha
And while she tried to be a star
Tony always tended bar
Across the crowded floor, they worked from 8 til 4
They were young and they had each other
Who could ask for more?

At the copa (CO!) Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the copa (CO!) Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the copa…. they fell in love

His name was Rico
He wore a diamond
He was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancing there
And when she finished, he called her over
But Rico went a bit to far
Tony sailed across the bar
And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two
There was blood and a single gun shot
But just who shot who?


At the copa… she lost her love

Her name is Lola, she was a showgirl
But that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show
Now it’s a disco, but not for Lola
Still in dress she used to wear
Faded feathers in her hair
She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind
She lost her youth and she lost her Tony
Now she’s lost her mind


At the copa… don’t fall in love
Don’t fall in love

Barry Manilow.

“Love has to be of the quality that gives freedom, not new chains for you; a love that gives you wings and supports you to fly as high as possible.” Osho


Is freedom nothing but a name,
An empty sound, a parrot cry,
A wreath of smoke devoid of flame,
An Idle wind that whistles by ?
Deep down within the human breast,
Where nature’s purest raptures glow,
Each nobler feeling joins rrotest.
And heart and conscience whisper  No.
Can fetters chain the might of mind.
Or captive bonds the soul enthral?
Gan faith and reason intertwined
Be strangled at a despot’s call ?
In ages past, in deeds sublime.
Old freedom’s records proudly show.
Through each revolving course of time.
That history’s pages answer No.
Shall man, the noblest form on earth.
Forego the rights his Maker gave?
Renounce the charter of his birth,
-And live and die a Clinging slave ?
From east to west, from north to south,
In tides that surge, in storms that blow.
All nature’s bounds re-echo forth
As earth and heaven they thunder No.
Bedlington. JAMES TROTTER.

“Oh, give me my own home – its care – lessness

“Oh, give me my own home-its care-
Its prodigal wild wealth of fruit and
The, spell of its indifferent caress,
Its scarlet banksia or hibiscus
Give me the bougainvillea embrace,
Its stinging trees, its orchids poised
for flight;
The filmy green of the wild cedar lace
Seen through the sleeves of wattle
silver bright.
Zora Cross.


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Hibiscus Flowers where ever I look,
Reds and blues and the pretty white,
Freshly taken from a picture book,
They fill me with great delight.
Indoor Hibiscus Flowers delicate yellow,
Potted plants in my snug flat,
Great beauty that turns me mellow,
To all Gardeners I take off my hat.
The hibiscus is a flower to please,
Grown in a warm and temperate clime.
Reds, blues and whites do tease,
With glowing colours so sublime.


Bernard Shaw

A Long bar helps tightrope walkers keep balance.

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The key to balancing on a tightrope is to lower the body’s center of gravity toward the wire. Just as it’s harder to topple a stout vase than a tall slim one, a human is less likely to fall if the bulk of their mass is closer to the ground—or, in this case, the wire.

Sonja Harpstead

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Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, son.

National Lampoon’s Animal House

Speaker: Dean Vernon Wormer

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“There ain’t nothing funny about being a drunk,” he observed, looking back. “You know, I was really starting to believe there was something amusing and wonderfully American about a drunk. I ended up telling myself to cut that shit out.

Most of us know not to mess with absinthe. This anise-flavoured spirit has turned many men into mice and it’s therefore no wonder that some refer to it as the “Green Fairy”.

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“This absinthe! What horror, when I think of those days… and of time not so remote… I repeat in all shame I shall have later to tell of many absurdities (and worse) due to the abuse of this horrible drink; this abuse itself, source of folly and of crime, of idiocies and of shame. The governments should suppress this absinthe and why not?”

Paul-Marie Verlaine


Where a blood relation sobs, an intimate friend should choke up, a distant acquaintance should sigh, a stranger should merely fumble sympathetically with his handkerchief. Mark Twain

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There’s an unfamiliar grip on an unfamiliar handkerchief
Attending to the tears on cheeks I wouldn’t notice
With you no matter how vicious the grief
Her expression was damp and crooked
Grabs onto my throat and won’t let go
The Last Shadow Puppets

Mastery takes years

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Getting back up. Some of the stunts we saw were pretty amazing, and mistakes were made. Even the pros miss now and then. What I really appreciated about the performance was that when they made a mistake, they went back and did it again. The audience LOVED it. One of the stunts was the men jumping or diving through a vertical hoop. It got knocked over and they just put it back up and kept going. They then raised it and went again, and again. They had that hoop up as high as some of their shoulders and they were still launching themselves through it. It’s good to remember that sometimes we get knocked down, and what matters most is getting back up. We may even be cheered on.

Wisdom from the Circus

Just as a candle cannot burn without fire, men cannot live without a spiritual life. Buddha.

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Do not dwell in the past,
do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment


Buddha Quotes, sayings

“Women should not feel obliged towards any men for eternity. They earned this privilege by gathering berries, digging roots, picking wild rice, and chewing the skin to make it soft for 999 thousand years, while the men were having fun in the open chasing deer and fighting among themselves.” ― Vinko Vrbanic

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“Of all the consumer products, chewing gum is perhaps the most ridiculous: it literally has no nourishment – you just chew it to give yourself something to do with your stupid idiot Western mouth.

Half the world is starving, and the other’s going, ‘I don’t actually need any nutrition, but it would be good to masticate, just to keep my mind off things.”

Russell Brand, My Booky Wook

Abroad we judge the dress; at home we judge the man – or woman.

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All one’s life as a young woman one is on show, a focus of attention, people notice you. You set yourself up to be noticed and admired. And then, not expecting it, you become middle-aged and anonymous. No one notices you. You achieve a wonderful freedom. It’s a positive thing. You can move about unnoticed and invisible.

DORIS LESSING, attributed, An Uncommon Scold