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A charlatan makes obscure what is clear; a thinker makes clear what is obscure. H. Kingsmill

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“One of the saddest lessons of history is this: If we’ve been bamboozled long enough, we tend to reject any evidence of the bamboozle. We’re no longer interested in finding out the truth. The bamboozle has captured us. It’s simply too painful to acknowledge, even to ourselves, that we’ve been taken. Once you give a charlatan power over you, you almost never get it back.”

― Carl Sagan, The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark

 

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The Charlatan
Jean de La Fontaine

The world has never lack’d its charlatans,
More than themselves have lack’d their plans.
One sees them on the stage at tricks
Which mock the claims of sullen Styx.
What talents in the streets they post!
One of them used to boast
Such mastership of eloquence
That he could make the greatest dunce
Another Tully Cicero
In all the arts that lawyers know.
‘Ay, sirs, a dunce, a country clown,
The greatest blockhead of your town,–
Nay more, an animal, an ass,–
The stupidest that nibbles grass,–
Needs only through my course to pass,
And he shall wear the gown
With credit, honour, and renown.’
The prince heard of it, call’d the man, thus spake:
‘My stable holds a steed
Of the Arcadian breed,
Of which an orator I wish to make.’
‘Well, sire, you can,’
Replied our man.
At once his majesty
Paid the tuition fee.
Ten years must roll, and then the learned ass
Should his examination pass,
According to the rules
Adopted in the schools;
If not, his teacher was to tread the air,
With halter’d neck, above the public square,–
His rhetoric bound on his back,
And on his head the ears of jack.
A courtier told the rhetorician,
With bows and terms polite,
He would not miss the sight
Of that last pendent exhibition;
For that his grace and dignity
Would well become such high degree;
And, on the point of being hung,
He would bethink him of his tongue,
And show the glory of his art,–
The power to melt the hardest heart,–
And wage a war with time
By periods sublime–
A pattern speech for orators thus leaving,
Whose work is vulgarly call’d thieving.
‘Ah!’ was the charlatan’s reply,
‘Ere that, the king, the ass, or I,
Shall, one or other of us, die.’
And reason good had he;
We count on life most foolishly,
Though hale and hearty we may be.
In each ten years, death cuts down one in three.

[The end]
Jean de La Fontaine’s poem: Charlatan

Eggs have no business dancing with stones.

Haitian (on prudence)

http://www.wiseoldsayings.com/wosdirectorye.htm

 

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Hens

by SARAH DAY

I love the way you pose like weathervanes
on the axe handle,
to watch as I wash dishes
how today’s menu, or tonic
is borage or bindweed or dock
that you will strip back
to a handful of cellulose spikes.
The way you share a laying box
when there is one for each of you
and midwife one another
through your confinements.
The way you lay eggs –
those warm white ellipses
on the straw.
Somehow for all the wreckage
the garden was never more alive.

“You scour the Bowery, ransack the Bronx,/ Through funeral parlours and honky-tonks./ From river to river you comb the town/ For a place to lay your family down.”

Ogden Nash

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Bowery Blues

The story of man
Makes me sick
Inside, outside,
I don’t know why
Something so conditional
And all talk
Should hurt me so.

I am hurt
I am scared
I want to live
I want to die
I don’t know
Where to turn
In the Void
And when
To cut
Out

For no Church told me
No Guru holds me
No advice
Just stone
Of New York
And on the cafeteria
We hear
The saxophone
O dead Ruby
Died of Shot
In Thirty Two,
Sounding like old times
And de bombed
Empty decapitated
Murder by the clock.

And I see Shadows
Dancing into Doom
In love, holding
Tight the lovely asses
Of the little girls
In love with sex
Showing themselves
In white undergarments
At elevated windows
Hoping for the Worst.

I can’t take it
Anymore
If I can’t hold
My little behind
To me in my room

Then it’s goodbye
Sangsara
For me
Besides
Girls aren’t as good
As they look
And Samadhi
Is better
Than you think
When it starts in
Hitting your head
In with Buzz
Of glittergold
Heaven’s Angels
Wailing

Saying

We’ve been waiting for you
Since Morning, Jack
Why were you so long
Dallying in the sooty room?
This transcendental Brilliance
Is the better part
(of Nothingness
I sing)

Okay.
Quit.
Mad.
Stop.

Kerouac Jack

“Mountaintops inspire leaders but valleys mature them.”

— Winston Churchill

http://www.leadershipnow.com/disciplinequotes.html

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Help me, so that I can help you, so that we can climb the mountain.

http://www.geocities.jp/nomonomogreek/Proverbs/Proverbs.htm

birds of a feather flock together

people who are similar often become friends or spend time together

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“You want to stay alive in a zombie swarm? You go alone or in a small group, where everyone is of similar physical condition and weapons training. You never stop, you never hesitate, and you never show any mercy for the people that would slow you down.

That is what the military says we should do, and if I ever meet anybody who listens to that particular set of commands, I may shoot them myself just to improve the gene pool. When you can help people stay alive, you help them. We’re all we’ve got.”

― Mira Grant, Feed

” The man who thinks he can live without others is mistaken; the one who thinks others can’t live without him is even more deluded.

~ Hasidic Saying

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“My peers, lately, have found companionship through means of intoxication–it makes them sociable.
I, however, cannot force myself to use drugs to cheat on my loneliness–it is all that I have–and when the drugs and alcohol dissipate, will be all that my peers have as well.”

― Franz Kafka

“I know it seems hard sometimes, but remember one thing, through every dark night, there’s a bright day after that. So no matter how hard it gets, keep your chest out, keep your head up and handle it.

Tupac

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“They stared at each other, wanting each other, drawn to each other, but their silent shout of love went unheard in the roar of misunderstanding, and the clatter of culturally ingrained beliefs.”

― Jean M. Auel, The Mammoth Hunters

Peace is the first thing the angels sang.

Leo The Great

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He’d been an angel once. He hadn’t meant to Fall. He’d just hung around with the wrong people.”

― Terry Pratchett, Good Omens

 

 

 

 

A beast does not know that he is a beast, and the nearer a man gets to being a beast, the less he knows it.

George MacDonald

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“I think it’s perfectly possible to explain how the universe came about without bringing God into it, but I don’t know everything, and there may well be a God somewhere, hiding away. Actually, if he is keeping out of sight, it’s because he’s ashamed of his followers and all the cruelty and ignorance they’re responsible for promoting in his name. If I were him, I’d want nothing to do with them.”

― Philip Pullman

If one imitates the upright, one becomes upright; if one imitates the crooked, one becomes crooked.

http://www.motherlandnigeria.com/proverbs.html

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“The past doesn’t exist. There is nothing to be sorry for. Today is when we start to live. Look… look at the sea. The sea has no past. It is just there. It will never ask us to explain. The stars, the moon are there to light our way, to shine for us. What do they care what might have happened in the past? They are accompanying us, and are happy with that; can you see them shine? The stars are twinkling in the sky; would they do that if the past mattered? Wouldn’t there be a huge storm if God wanted to punish us? We are alone, you and I, with no past, no memories, no guilt, nothing that can stand in the way of… our love.”

― Ildefonso Falcones, La catedral del mar

“Shearwater sighed, like a whale in the night.”

― Aldous Huxley, Antic Hay

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“I will have no man in my boat,” said Starbuck, “who is not afraid of a whale.” By this, he seemed to mean, not only that the most reliable and useful courage was that which arises from the fair estimation of the encountered peril, but that an utterly fearless man is a far more dangerous comrade than a coward.

(moby dick chap 26 p112)”
― Herman Melville

“Patience is the companion of wisdom.”

― Saint Augustine of Hippo

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“Friendship arises out of mere Companionship when two or more of the companions discover that they have in common some insight or interest or even taste which the others do not share and which, till that moment, each believed to be his own unique treasure (or burden). The typical expression of opening Friendship would be something like, “What? You too? I thought I was the only one.”
… It is when two such persons discover one another, when, whether with immense difficulties and semi-articulate fumblings or with what would seem to us amazing and elliptical speed, they share their vision – it is then that Friendship is born. And instantly they stand together in an immense solitude.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

The trick, my brethren and sisters is to enjoy the journey, traveling hand in hand, in sunshine and storm, as companions who love one another.

― Gordon B. Hinckley, My Dear Sisters: Inspiration for Women from Gordon B. Hinckley

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“True love is not so much a matter of romance as it is a matter of anxious concern for the well-being of one’s companion.”

― Gordon B. Hinckley, Stand a Little Taller

There are three schoolmasters for everybody that will employ them – the senses, intelligent companions, and books.

― Henry Ward Beecher

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“Wisdom eludes me yet, but foolishness I captured long ago and to this day it is my constant companion, though many people consider me wise.”

― Kevin Hearne, Hammered

She who limps is still walking.

(Quote by – Stanislaw Lec)

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O who will walk a mile with me

Along life’s merry way?

A comrade blithe and full of glee.

Who dares to laugh out loud and free,

And let his frolic fancy play.

Like a happy child, through the

flowers gay

That fill the field and fringe the

way

Where he walk a mile with me.

And who will walk a mile with me

Along life’s weary way?

A friend whose heart has eyes to see

The stars shine out o’er the darkening

sea,

And the quiet rest at the end o’ the

day;

A friend who knows, and dares to

say

The brave, sweet words that cheer

the way

Where he walks a mile with me

With such a comrade, such a friend,

I fain would walk till journey’s end,

Through summer shine, winter rain,

And then?

Farewell, we shall meet

again!

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article41745952

Poem. (1936, May 20). Cairns Post

WHO KEEPS COMPANY WITH A WOLF LEARNS TO HOWL.

The Antiquity of Proverbs: Fifty Familiar Proverbs and Folk Sayings with Annotations and Lists …

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“This was the first time he had seriously confronted what he was doing, and the force of that awareness came very abruptly – with a surging of his pulse and a frantic pounding in his head. He was about to gamble his life on that table, and the insanity of that risk filled him with a kind of awe.” Paul Auster, “The Music of Chance” (1990)

http://www.casinos.net/gambling-quotes-proverbs-sayings.htm

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