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    XLIII

    if there are any heavens my mother will (all by herself) have
    one. It will not be a pansy heaven nor
    a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
    it will be a heaven of blackred roses

    my father will be (deep like a rose
    tall like a rose)

    standing near my

    (swaying over her
    silent)
    with eyes which are really petals and see

    nothing with the face of a poet really which
    is a flower and not a face with
    hands
    which whisper
    This is my beloved my

    (suddenly in sunlight

    he will bow,

    & the whole garden will bow)


    - e. e. cummings
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    Pretty Words


    Poets make pets of pretty, docile words:
    I love smooth words, like gold-enamelled fish
    Which circle slowly with a silken swish,
    And tender ones, like downy-feathered birds:
    Words shy and dappled, deep-eyed deer in herds,
    Come to my hand, and playful if I wish,
    Or purring softly at a silver dish,
    Blue Persian kittens fed on cream and curds.

    I love bright words, words up and singing early;
    Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing;
    Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees;
    I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly,
    Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees,
    Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.


    Elinor Wylie
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    Lost

    Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
    Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
    And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
    Must ask permission to know it and be known.
    The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
    I have made this place around you,
    If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
    No two trees are the same to Raven.
    No two branches are the same to Wren.
    If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
    You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
    Where you are. You must let it find you.


    David Wagoner
    We didn't land on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock landed on us.

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    Decalogue of the Artist


    I. You shall love beauty, which is the shadow of God
    over the Universe.

    II.There is no godless art. Although you love not the
    Creator, you shall bear witness to Him creating His likeness.

    III.You shall create beauty not to excite the senses
    but to give sustenance to the soul.

    IV. You shall never use beauty as a pretext for luxury
    and vanity but as a spiritual devotion.

    V. You shall not seek beauty at carnival or fair
    or offer your work there, for beauty is virginal
    and is not to be found at carnival or fair.

    VI. Beauty shall rise from your heart in song,
    and you shall be the first to be purified.

    VII.The beauty you create shall be known
    as compassion and shall console the hearts of men.

    VIII.You shall bring forth your work as a mother
    brings forth her child: out of the blood of your heart.

    IX. Beauty shall not be an opiate that puts you
    to sleep but a strong wine that fires you to action,
    for if you fail to be a true man or a true woman,
    you will fail to be an artist.

    X. Each act of creation shall leave you humble,
    for it is never as great as your dream and always
    inferior to that most marvelous dream of God
    which is Nature.


    - Gabriela Mistral
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    I Should Not Dare
    I should not dare to leave my friend,
    Because if he should die
    While I was gone and I too late,
    Should reach the heart that wanted me,

    If I should disappoint the eyes
    That hunted, hunted so, to see
    And could not bear to shut until
    He noticed me, he noticed me,

    If I should stab the patient faith
    So sure I’d come so sure I’d come
    It listening, listening went to sleep
    Reciting my tardy name.

    My heart would wish it broke before
    Since breaking then, since breaking then,
    Is useless as next morning’s sun
    To erase a midnight’s tear.


    Emily Dickinson


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    If You Were Coming In The Fall
    If you were coming in the fall
    I’d brush the summer by
    With half a smile and half a spurn
    As housewives do a fly.

    If I could see you in a year
    I’d wind the months in balls
    And put them into separate drawers
    Until their time befalls.

    If only centuries delayed
    I’d count them on my hand
    Subtracting ‘till my fingers dropped
    Into Van Diemen’s land

    If certain when this life was out
    That yours and mine should be
    I’d toss life yonder like a rind
    And taste eternity.

    But now all ignorant of length,
    Of times uncertain wing,
    It goads me like the goblin bee
    That will not state its sting!


    Emily Dickinson

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    I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
    I do not love you except because I love you;
    I go from loving to not loving you,
    From waiting to not waiting for you
    My heart moves from cold to fire.

    I love you only because it's you the one I love;
    I hate you deeply, and hating you
    Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
    Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

    Maybe January light will consume
    My heart with its cruel
    Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

    In this part of the story I am the one who
    Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
    Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.


    Pablo Neruda


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    If You Forget Me
    If You Forget Me
    I want you to know one thing.
    You know how this is: if
    I look at the crystal moon,
    At the red branch of the
    Slow autumn at my window,
    If I touch near the fire
    The impalpable ash or the
    Wrinkled body of the log,
    Everything carries me to you,
    As if everything that exists:
    Aromas, light, metals,
    Were little boats that sail
    Toward those isles of yours
    That wait for me.

    Well, now, if little by little
    You stop loving me I shall
    Stop loving you little by little.
    If suddenly you forget me do not look for me,
    For I shall already have forgotten you.

    If you think it long and mad,
    The wind of banners that passes
    Through my life, and you decide
    To leave me at the shore of the heart
    Where I have roots,
    Remember that on that day, at that hour,
    I shall lift my arms and my roots will
    Set off to seek another land.

    But if each day, each hour,
    You feel that you are destined for me
    With implacable sweetness,
    If each day a flower climbs up
    To your lips to seek me, ah my love,
    Ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated,
    In me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
    My love feeds on your love, beloved,
    And as long as you live it will be
    In your arms without leaving mine.


    Pablo Neruda

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    The Dead Butterfly
    Farewell, poor little winged flower,
    Thy joyous life is o'er;
    Thy sisters of the meadow now
    Shall welcome thee no more;
    Those pinions that in liquid air
    Like sunbeams shone afar,
    Now bruised, and dim, and motionless,
    As leaves in autumn are.

    Hark! summer sends her voice of love
    Through all the gladsome earth,
    And bird and insect echo her
    In many a song of mirth;
    But thou wilt never hear again
    The zephyr's balmy sighs,
    Nor kiss away the crystal tears
    From drooping violet's eyes.

    Oh! when o'er valley, hill, and grove,
    The moonbeams glisten bright,
    And all the fairy train come forth,
    To dance away the night,
    Mayst thou, poor little butterfly,
    Among that elfin band,
    Sport in the everblooming bowers
    Of faroff fairyland


    Peter John Allan

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    Remember
    Remember me when I am gone away,
    Gone far away into the silent land;
    When you can no more hold me by the hand,
    Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
    Remember me when no more day by day
    You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
    Only remember me; you understand
    It will be late to counsel then or pray.
    Yet if you should forget me for a while
    And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
    For if the darkness and corruption leave
    A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
    Better by far you should forget and smile
    Than that you should remember and be sad



    Christine Rossetti


    When I Am Dead
    When I am dead, my dearest,
    Sing no sad songs for me:
    Plant thou no roses at my head,
    Nor shady cypress tree:
    Be the green grass above me
    With showers and dewdrops wet;
    And if thou wilt, remember,
    And if thou wilt, forget.

    I shall not see the shadows,
    I shall not feel the rain;
    I shall not hear the nightingale
    Sing on, as if in pain;
    And dreaming through the twilight
    That doth not rise nor set,
    Haply I may remember,
    And haply may forget

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    True Love

    True love. Is it normal
    is it serious, is it practical?
    What does the world get from two people
    who exist in a world of their own?

    Placed on the same pedestal for no good reason,
    drawn randomly from millions but convinced
    it had to happen this way - in reward for what?
    For nothing.
    The light descends from nowhere.
    Why on these two and not on others?
    Doesn't this outrage justice? Yes it does.
    Doesn't it disrupt our painstakingly erected principles,
    and cast the moral from the peak? Yes on both accounts.

    Look at the happy couple.
    Couldn't they at least try to hide it,
    fake a little depression for their friends' sake?
    Listen to them laughing - its an insult.
    The language they use - deceptively clear.
    And their little celebrations, rituals,
    the elaborate mutual routines -
    it's obviously a plot behind the human race's back!

    It's hard even to guess how far things might go
    if people start to follow their example.
    What could religion and poetry count on?
    What would be remembered? What renounced?
    Who'd want to stay within bounds?

    True love. Is it really necessary?
    Tact and common sense tell us to pass over it in silence,
    like a scandal in Life's highest circles.
    Perfectly good children are born without its help.
    It couldn't populate the planet in a million years,
    it comes along so rarely.

    Let the people who never find true love
    keep saying that there's no such thing.

    Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.


    Wislawa Szymborska
    We didn't land on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock landed on us.

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    Love


    Love means to learn to look at yourself
    The way one looks at distant things
    For you are only one thing among many.
    And whoever sees that way heals his heart,
    Without knowing it, from various ills
    A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.
    Then he wants to use himself and things
    So that they stand in the glow of ripeness.
    It doesnt matter whether he knows what he serves:
    Who serves best doesnt always understand.

    Czeslaw Milosz
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    Opposition


    In my youth
    I was opposed to school.
    And now, again,
    Im opposed to work.

    Above all it is health
    And righteousness that I hate the most.
    Theres nothing so cruel to man
    As health and honesty.

    Of course Im opposed to the Japanese spirit
    And duty and human feeling make me vomit.
    Im against any government anywhere
    And show my bum to authors and artists circles.

    When Im asked for what I was born,
    Without scruple, Ill reply, To oppose.
    When Im in the east
    I want to go to the west.

    I fasten my coat at the left, my shoes right and left.
    My hakama I wear back to front and I ride a horse facing its buttocks.
    What everyone else hates I like
    And my greatest hate of all is people feeling the same.

    This I believe: to oppose
    Is the only fine thing in life.
    To oppose is to live.
    To oppose is to get a grip on the very self.


    Kaneko Mitsuharu
    1895-1975
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    Debussy


    My shadow glides in silence
    over the watercourse.

    On account of my shadow
    the frogs are deprived of stars.

    The shadow sends my body
    reflections of quiet things.

    My shadow moves like a huge
    violet-colored mosquito.

    A hundred crickets are trying
    to gild the glow of the reeds.

    A glow arises in my breast,
    the one mirrored in the water.


    - Federico Garcia Lorca
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    When You Are Old


    When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
    And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
    And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
    Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

    How many loved your moments of glad grace,
    And loved your beauty with love false or true;
    But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
    And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

    And bending down beside the glowing bars
    Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
    And paced upon the mountains overhead
    And his his face amid a crowd of stars.

    W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)
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    In Salutation to the Eternal Peace


    Men say the world is full of fear and hate,
    And all life's ripening harvest-fields await
    The restless sickle of relentless fate.

    But I, sweet Soul, rejoice that I was born,
    When from the climbing terraces of corn
    I watch the golden orioles of Thy morn.

    What care I for the world's desire and pride,
    Who know the silver wings that gleam and glide,
    The homing pigeons of Thine eventide?

    What care I for the world's loud weariness,
    Who dream in twilight granaries Thou dost bless
    With delicate sheaves of mellow silences?

    Say, shall I heed dull presages of doom,
    Or dread the rumoured loneliness and gloom,
    The mute and mythic terror of the tomb?

    For my glad heart is drunk and drenched with Thee,
    O inmost wind of living ecstasy!
    O intimate essence of eternity!


    Sarojini Naidu
    (1879 - 1949)

    Indian political activist, feminist and writer.
    The first Indian woman to be president of the Indian National Congress.
    We didn't land on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock landed on us.

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    Heavenly Grass

    My feet took a walk in heavenly grass.
    All day while the sky shone clear as glass.
    My feet took a walk in heavenly grass,
    All night while the lonesome stars rolled past.
    Then my feet come down to walk on earth,
    And my mother cried when she give me birth.
    Now my feet walk far and my feet walk fast,
    But they still got an itch for heavenly grass.
    But they still got an itch for heavenly grass.


    Tennessee Williams
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    Pity, We Were A Good Invention

    They amputated
    Your thighs from my waist.
    For me they are always
    Surgeons. All of them.

    They dismantled us
    One from another. For me they are engineers.
    Pity, We were a good and loving

    Invention: an airplane made of man and woman,
    Wings and all:
    We soared a bit from the earth,
    We flew a bit.


    Yehuda Amichai
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    The notebook of Lazarus Long

    From the awesome "Time enough for Love" by Robert A. Heinlein.

    A woman is not property, and husbands who think otherwise are living in a dreamworld.
    Sovereign ingredient for a happy marriage: Pay cash or do without. Interest charges not only eat up a household budget; awareness of debt eats up domestic felicity.

    When the fox gnaws -- smile!

    Take care of the cojones and the frijoles will take care of themselves. Try to have getaway money -- but don't be fanatic about it.

    Another ingredient for a happy marriage: budget the luxuries first!

    And still another -- See to it that she has her own desk -- then keep your hands off it!

    And another -- in a family argument, if it turns out you are right -- apologize at once!

    Formal courtesy between husband and wife is even more important than it is between strangers.

    Don't try to have the last word. You might get it.

    Money is a powerful aphrodisiac. But flowers work almost as well.

    The shamans are forever yacking about their snake-oil "miracles." I prefer the Real McCoy -- a pregnant woman.

    If the universe has any purpose more important than topping a woman you love and making a baby with her hearty help, I've never heard of it.

    Dear, don't bore him with trivia or burden him with your past mistakes. The happiest way to deal with a man is never to tell him anything he does not need to know.

    Rub her feet.

    Always tell her she is beautiful, especially if she is not.

    Money is the sincerest of all flattery. Women love to be flattered.
    So do men.

    A man does not insist on physical beauty in a woman who builds up his morale. After a while he realizes that she is beautiful -- he just hadn't noticed it at first.

    A competent and self-confident person is incapable of jealousy in anything. Jealousy is invariably a symptom of neurotic insecurity.

    "All's fair in love and war" -- what a contemptible lie!

    It impossible for a man to love his wife wholeheartedly without loving all women somewhat. I suppose that the converse must be true of women.

    The more you love, the more you can love -- and the more intensely you love. Nor is there any limit on how many you can love. If a person had time enough, he could love all of that majority who are decent and just.

    Everybody lies about sex.

    Darling, a true lady takes off her dignity with her clothes and does her whorish best. At other times you can be as modest and dignified as your persona requires.

    Men are more sentimental than women. It blurs their thinking.

    "I CAME, I SAW, SHE CONQUERED." (The original Latin seems to have been garbled.)

    A whore should be judged by the same criteria as other professionals offering services for pay -- such as dentists, lawyers, hairdressers, physicians, plumbers, etc. Is she professionally competent? Does she give good measure? Is she honest with her clients?
    It is possible that the percentage of honest and competent whores is higher than that of plumbers and much higher than that of lawyers. And enormously higher than that of professors.

    Sex should be friendly. Otherwise stick to mechanical toys; it's more sanitary.

    Copulation is spiritual in essence -- or it is merely friendly exercise. On second thought, strike out "merely." Copulation is not "merely" -- even when it is just a happy pastime for two strangers. But copulation at its spiritual best is so much more than physical coupling that it is different in kind as well as in degree.
    The saddest feature of homosexuality is not that it is "wrong" or "sinful" or even that it cannot lead to progeny -- but that is more difficult to reach through it this spiritual union. Not impossible -- but the cards are stacked against it.
    But -- most sorrowfully -- many people never achieve spiritual sharing even with the help of male-female advantage; they are condemned to wander through life alone.

    It is better to copulate than never.

    Whenever women have insisted on absolute equality with men, they have invariably wound up with the dirty end of the stick. What they are and what they can do makes them superior to men, and their proper tactic is to demand special privileges, all the traffic will bear. they should never settle merely for equality. For women, "equality" is a disaster.

    Masturbation is cheap, clean, convenient, and free of any possibility of wrongdoing -- and you don't have to go home in the cold.
    But it's lonely.

    Do not handicap your children by making their lives easy.

    Touch is the most fundamental sense. A baby experiences it, all over, before he is born and long before he learns to use sight, hearing, or taste, and no human being ever ceases to need it. Keep your children short on pocket money -- but long on hugs.

    Never crowd youngsters about their private affairs -- sex especially. When they are growing up, they are nerve ends all over, and resent (quite properly) any invasion of their privacy. Oh, sure, they'll make mistakes -- but that's their business, not yours. (You made your own mistakes, did you not?)


    Little girls, like butterflies, need no excuse.

    To stay young requires unceasing cultivation of the ability to unlearn old falsehoods.

    You live and learn. Or you don't live long.

    All cats are not gray after midnight. Endless variety--

    Always store beer in a dark place.

    All societies are based on rules to protect pregnant women and young children. All else is surplusage, excrescence, adornment, luxury, or folly which can -- and must -- be dumped in emergency to preserve this prime function. As racial survival is the only universal morality, no other basic is possible. Attempting to formulate a "perfect society" on any foundation other than "Women and children first!" is not only witless, it is automatically genocidal. Nevertheless, starry-eyed idealists (all of them male) have tried endlessly -- and no doubt will keep on trying.

    By the data to date, there is only one animal in the Galaxy dangerous to man -- man himself. So he must supply his own indispensable competition. He has no enemy to help him.

    Always listen to experts. They'll tell you what can't be done and why. Then do it.

    Get a shot off fast. This upsets him long enough to let you make your second shot perfect.

    If it can't be expressed in figures, it is not science; it is opinion. It has long been known that one horse can run faster than another --
    but which one? Differences are crucial.

    A fake fortuneteller can be tolerated. But an authentic soothsayer should be shot on sight. Cassandra did not get half the kicking around she deserved.

    Most "scientists" are bottle washers and button sorters.

    If you don't like yourself, you can't like other people.

    Your enemy is never a villain in his own eyes. Keep this in mind; it may offer a way to make him your friend. If not, you can kill him without hate -- and quickly.

    A motion to adjourn is always in order.

    No state has the inherent right to survive through conscript troops and in the long run, no state ever has. Roman matrons used to say to their sons: "Come back with your shield, or on it." Later on, this custom declined. So did Rome.

    Of all the strange "crimes" that human beings have legislated out of nothing, "blasphemy" is the most amazing -- with "obscenity" and "indecent exposure" fighting it out for second and third place.

    Cheops' Law: Nothing ever gets built on schedule or within budget.

    All men are created unequal.

    A brute kills for pleasure. A fool kills from hate.

    There is only one way to console a widow. But remember the risk.

    It may be better to be a live jackal than a dead lion, but it is better still to be a live lion.
    And usually easier.

    One man's theology is another man's belly laugh.

    Men rarely (if ever) manage to dream up a god superior to themselves. Most gods have the manners and morals of a spoiled child.

    Avoid making irrevocable decisions while tired or hungry. N.B.:
    Circumstances can force your hand. So think ahead!

    Place your clothes and weapons where you can find them in the dark.

    An elephant: A mouse built to government specifications.

    Throughout history, poverty is the normal condition of man. Advances which permit this norm to be exceeded -- here and there, now and then -- are the work of an extremely small minority, frequently despised, often condemned, and almost always opposed by all right-thinking people. Whenever this tiny minority is kept from creating, or (as sometimes happens) is driven out of a society, the people slip back into abject poverty.
    This is known as "bad luck."

    In a mature society, "civil servant" is semantically equal to "civil master."

    There is no conclusive evidence of life after death. But there is no evidence of any sort against it. Soon enough you will know. So why fret about it?

    The second best thing about space travel is that the distances involved make war very difficult, usually impractical, and almost always unnecessary. This is probably a loss for most people, since war is our race's most popular diversion, one which gives purpose and color to dull and stupid lives.
    But it a great boon to the intelligent man who fights only when he must -- never for sport.

    A zygote is a gamete's way of producing more gametes. The may be the purpose of the universe.

    Democracy is based on the assumption that a million men are wiser than one man. How's that again? I missed something.

    Autocracy is based on the assumption that one man is wiser than a million men. Let's play that over again, too. Who decides?

    There are hidden contradictions in the minds of people who "love Nature" while deploring the "artificialities" with which "Man has spoiled 'Nature.'" The obvious contradiction lies in their choice of words, which imply that Man and his artifacts are not part of "Nature" -- but beavers and their dams are. But the contradictions go deeper than this prima-facie absurdity. In declaring his love for a beaver dam (erected by beavers for beavers' purposes) and his hatred for dams erected by men (for the purposes of men) the "naturist" reveals his hatred for his own race -- i.e., his own self hatred.
    In the case of "Naturists" such self-hatred is understandable; they are such a sorry lot. But hatred is too strong an emotion to feel toward them; pity and contempt are the most they rate.
    As for me, willy-nilly I am a man, not a beaver, and H. sapiens is the only race I have or can have. Fortunately for me, I like being part of a race made up of men and women -- it strikes me as a fine arrangement and perfectly "natural."
    Believe it or not, there were "Naturists" who opposed the first flight to old Earth's Moon as being "unnatural" and a "despoiling of Nature."

    "No man is an island--" Much as we may feel and act as individuals, our race is a single organism, always growing and branching -- which must be pruned regularly to be healthy. This necessity need not be argued, anyone with eyes can see that any organism which grows without limit always dies in its own poisons. The rational question is whether pruning is best done before or after birth.
    Being an incurable sentimentalist I favor the former of these methods -- killing makes me queasy, even when it's a case of "He's dead and I'm alive and that's the way I wanted it to be."
    But this may be a matter of taste. Some shamans think that is better to be killed in a war, or to die in childbirth, or to starve in misery, than never to have lived at all. They may be right.
    But I don't have to like it -- and I don't.

    Any government will work if authority and responsibility are equal and coordinate. This does not insure "good" government; it simply insures that it will work. But such governments are rare -- most people want to run things but want no part of the blame. This used to be called the "backseat-driver syndrome."

    What are the facts? Again and again and again -- what are the facts? Shun wishful thinking, ignore divine revelation, forget what "the stars foretell," avoid opinion, care not what the neighbors think, never mind the unguessable "verdict of history" -- what are the facts, and to how many decimal places? You pilot always into an unknown future; facts are your single clue. Get the facts!

    The most preposterous notion that H. sapiens has ever dreamed up is that the Lord God of Creation, Shaper and Ruler of all the Universes, wants the saccharine adoration of His creatures, can be swayed by their prayers, and becomes petulant if He does not receive this flattery. yet this absurd fantasy, without a shred of evidence to bolster it, pays all the expenses of the oldest, largest, and least productive industry in all history.

    The second most preposterous notion is that copulation is inherently sinful.

    Sin lies only in hurting other people unnecessarily. All other "sins" are invented nonsense.
    (Hurting yourself is not sinful -- just stupid.)

    History does not record anywhere at any time a religion that has any rational basis. Religion is a crutch for people not strong enough to stand up to the unknown without help. But, like dandruff, most people do have a religion and spend time and money on it and seem to derive considerable pleasure from fiddling with it.

    The profession of shaman has many advantages. It offers high status with a safe livelihood free of work in the dreary, sweaty sense. In most societies it offers legal privileges and immunities not granted to other men. But it is hard to see how a man who has been given a mandate from on High to spread tidings of joy to all mankind can be seriously interested in taking up a collection to pay his salary; it causes on to suspect that the shaman is on the moral level of any other con man.
    But it's lovely work if you can stomach it.

    Any priest or shaman must be presumed guilty until proved innocent.

    "God split himself into a myriad parts that he might have friends." This may not be true, but it sounds good -- and is no sillier than any other theology.

    God is omnipotent, omniscient, and omnibenevolent -- it says so right here on the label. If you have a mind capable of believing all three of these divine attributes simultaneously, I have a wonderful bargain for you. No checks, please. Cash and in small bills.

    Moving parts in rubbing contact require lubrication to avoid excessive wear. Honorifics and formal politeness provide the lubrication where people rub together. Often the very young, the untraveled, the naive, the unsophisticated deplore these formalities as "empty," "meaningless," or "dishonest," and scorn to use them. No matter how "pure" their motives, they thereby throw sand into machinery that does not work too well at best.

    A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.

    The truth of a proposition has nothing to do with its credibility. And vice versa.

    Beware of altruism. It is based on self deception, the root of all evil.

    Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of -- but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.

    $100 placed at 7 percent interest compounded quarterly for 200 years will increase to more than $100,000,000 -- by which time it will be worth nothing.

    If men were the automatons that behaviorists claim they are, the behaviorist psychologists could not have invented the amazing nonsense called "behaviorist psychology." So they are wrong from scratch -- as clever and as wrong as phlogiston chemists.

    Thou shalt remember the Eleventh Commandment and keep it Wholly.

    A touchstone to determine the actual worth of an "intellectual" -- find out how he feels about astrology.

    Taxes are not levied for the benefit of the taxed.

    When the ship lifts, all bills are paid. No regrets.

    The first time I was a drill instructor I was too inexperienced for the job -- the things I taught those lads must have got some of them killed. War is too serious a matter to be taught by the inexperienced.

    Peace is an extension of war by political means. Plenty of elbowroom is pleasanter -- and much safer.

    One man's "magic" is another man's engineering. "Supernatural" is a null word.

    The phrase "we (I) (you) simply must--" designates something that need not be done. "That goes without saying" is a red warning. "Of course" means you had best check it yourself. These small-change cliches and others like them, when read correctly, are reliable channel markers.

    If you happen to be one of the fretful minority who can do creative work, never force an idea; you'll abort it if you do. Be patient and you'll give birth to it when the time is ripe. Learn to wait.

    If you are part of a society that votes, then do so. There may be no candidates and measures you want to vote for... But there are certain to be ones you want to vote against. In case of doubt, vote against. By this rule you will rarely go wrong.
    If this is too blind for your taste, consult some well-meaning fool (there is always one around) and ask his advice. Then vote the other way. This enables you to be a good citizen (if such is your wish) without spending the enormous amount of time that truly intelligent exercise of the franchise requires.

    A practical joker deserves applause for his wit according to its quality. Bastinado is about right. For exceptional wit one might grant keelhauling. But staking out on an anthill should be reserved for the very wittiest.

    Those who refuse to support and defend a state have no claim to protection by that state. Killing an anarchist or a pacifist should not be defined as "murder" in a legalistic sense. The offense against the state, if any, should be "Using a deadly weapon inside city limits," or "Creating a traffic hazard," or "Endangering bystanders," or other misdemeanor.
    However, the state may reasonably place a closed season on these exotic asocial animals whenever they are in danger of becoming extinct.

    An authentic buck pacifist has rarely been seen off Earth, and it is doubtful that any have survived the trouble there... regrettable, as the had the biggest mouths and smallest brains of any of the primates. The small-mouthed variety of anarchist has spread through the Galaxy at the very wave front of the Diaspora; there is no need to protect them. But they often shoot back.

    Never underestimate the power of human stupidity.

    Does history record any case in which the majority was right?

    A "critic" is a man who creates nothing and thereby feels qualified to judge the work of creative men. There is logic in this; he is unbiased
    -- he hates all creative people equally.

    Money is truthful. If a man speaks of his honor, make him pay cash.

    Never frighten a little man. He'll kill you.

    Only a sadistic scoundrel -- or a fool -- tells the bald truth on social occasions.

    In handling a stinging insect, move very slowly.

    To be "matter of fact" about the world is to blunder into fantasy -- and dull fantasy at that, as the real world is strange and wonderful. The difference between science and the fuzzy subjects is that science requires reasoning, while those other subjects merely require scholarship.

    Secrecy is the beginning of tyranny.

    Be wary of strong drink. It can make you shoot at tax collectors -- and miss.

    The greatest productive force is human selfishness.

    Minimize your therbligs until it becomes automatic; this doubles your effective lifetime -- and thereby gives you time to enjoy butterflies and kittens and rainbows.

    Have you noticed how much they look like orchids? Lovely!

    Expertise in one field does not carry over into other fields. But experts often think so. The narrower their field of knowledge the more likely they are to think so.

    Never try to outstubborn a cat.

    Tilting at windmills hurts you more than the windmills.

    Yield to temptation; it may not pass your way again.

    Waking a person unnecessarily should not be considered a capital crime. For a first offense, that is.

    "Go to hell!" or other insult direct is all the answer a snoopy question rates.

    A skunk is better company than a person who prides himself on being "frank."

    Beware of the "Black Swan" fallacy. Deductive logic is tautological; there is no way to get a new truth out of it, and it manipulates false statements as readily as true ones. If you fail to remember this, it can trip you -- with perfect logic. The designers of the earliest computers called this the "Gigo Law," i.e., "Garbage in, garbage out."
    Inductive logic is much more difficult -- but can produce new truths.

    Natural laws have no pity.

    On the planet Tranquille around KM 849 (G-O) lives a little animal known as a "knafn." It is herbivorous and has no natural enemies and is easily approached and may be petted -- sort of a six-legged puppy with scales. Stroking it is very pleasant; it wiggles its pleasure and broadcasts euphoria on some band that humans can detect. It's worth the trip.
    Someday some bright boy will figure out how to record this broadcast, then some smart boy will see commercial angles -- and not long after that it will be regulated and taxed.
    In the meantime I have faked that name and catalog number; it is several thousand light-years off in another direction. Selfish of me.

    Freedom begins when you tell Mrs. Grundy to go fly a kite.

    If "everybody knows" such-and-such, then it ain't so, by at least ten thousand to one.

    Anything free is worth what you pay for it.

    Political tags -- such as royalist, communist, democrat, populist, fascist, liberal, conservative, and so forth -- are never basic criteria. The human race divides politically into those who want people to be controlled and those who have no such desire. The former are idealists acting from highest motives for the greatest good of the greatest number. The latter are surly curmudgeons, suspicious and lacking in altruism. But they are more comfortable neighbors than the other sort.

    Being generous is inborn; being altruistic is a learned perversity. No resemblance--

    You can go wrong by being too skeptical as readily as by being too trusting.

    Don't store garlic near other victuals.

    Climate is what we expect, weather is what we get.

    Pessimist by policy, optimist by temperament -- it is possible to be both. How? By never taking an unnecessary chance and by minimizing risks you can't avoid. This permits you to play out the game happily, untroubled by the certainty of the outcome.

    A committee is a life form with six or more legs and no brain.

    Animals can be driven crazy by placing too many in too small a pen. Homo sapiens is the only animal that voluntarily does this to himself. Certainly the game is rigged. Don't let that stop you; if you don't bet, you can't win.

    Delusions are often functional. A mother's opinions about her children's beauty, intelligence, goodness, et cetera ad nauseam, keep her from drowning them at birth.

    A generation which ignores history has no past -- and no future.

    A poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits.

    When the need arises -- and it does -- you must be able to shoot your own dog. Don't farm it out -- that doesn't make it nicer, it makes it worse.

    Everything in excess! To enjoy the flavor of life, take big bites. Moderation is for monks.

    Never appeal to a man's "better nature." He may not have one. Invoking his self-interest gives you more leverage.

    You can have peace. Or you can have freedom. Don't ever count on having both at once.

    When a place gets crowded enough to require ID's, social collapse is not far away. It is time to go elsewhere. The best thing about space travel is that it made it possible to go elsewhere.

    Stupidity cannot be cured with money, or through education, or by legislation. Stupidity is not a sin, the victim can't help being stupid. But stupidity is the only universal capital crime; the sentence is death, there is no appeal, and execution is carried out automatically and without pity.

    Courage is the complement of fear. A man who is fearless cannot be courageous. (He is also a fool.)

    The two highest achievements of the human mind are the twin concepts of "loyalty" and "duty." Whenever these twin concepts fall into disrepute -- get out of there fast! You may possibly save yourself, but it is too late to save that society. It is doomed.

    People who go broke in a big way never miss any meals. It is the poor jerk who is shy a half slug who must tighten his belt.

    Anyone who cannot cope with mathematics is not fully human. At best he is a tolerable subhuman who has learned to wear shoes, bathe, and not make messes in the house.

    If tempted by something that feels "altruistic," examine your motives and root out that self-deception. Then, if you still want to do it, wallow in it!

    There is no such thing as "social gambling." Either you are there to cut the other bloke's heart out and eat it -- or you're a sucker. If you don't like this choice -- don't gamble.

    This sad little lizard told me he was a brontosaurus on his mother's side. I did not laugh, people who boast of ancestry often have little else to sustain them. Humoring them costs nothing and adds to happiness in a world in which happiness is always in short supply.

    The correct way to punctuate a sentence that starts: "Of course it is none of my business but--" is to place a period after the word "but." Don't use excessive force in supplying such moron with a period. Cutting his throat is only a momentary pleasure and is bound to get you talked about.

    Do not confuse "duty" with what other people expect of you; they are utterly different. Duty is a debt you owe to yourself to fulfill obligations you have assumed voluntarily. Paying that debt can entail anything from years of patient work to instant willingness to die. Difficult it may be, but the reward is self-respect.
    But there is no reward at all for doing what other people expect of you, and to do so is not merely difficult, but impossible. It is easier to deal with a footpad than it is with the leech who wants "just a few minutes of your time, please -- this won't take long." Time is your total capital, and the minutes of your life are painfully few. If you allow yourself to fall into the vice of agreeing to such requests, they quickly snowball to the point where these parasites will use up 100 percent of your time -- and squawk for more!
    So learn to say No - and to be rude about it when necessary. Otherwise you will not have time to carry out your duty, or to do your own work, and certainly no time for love and happiness. The termites will nibble away your life and leave none of it for you. (This rule does not mean that you must not do a favor for a friend, or even a stranger. But let the choice be yours. Don't do it because it is "expected" of you.)



    A competent and self-confident person is incapable of jealousy in anything. Jealousy is invariably a symptom of neurotic insecurity.
    Lazarus Long
    We didn't land on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock landed on us.

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    George Gordon, Lord byron - When we two parted

    When we two parted
    In silence and tears,
    Half broken-hearted
    To sever the years,
    Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
    Colder, thy kiss;
    Truly that hour foretold
    Sorrow to this.
    The dew of the morning
    Sunk, chill on my brow,
    It felt like the warning
    Of what I feel now.
    Thy vows are all broken,
    And light is thy fame;
    I hear thy name spoken,
    And share in its shame.
    They name thee before me,
    A knell to mine ear;
    A shudder comes o'er me...
    Why wert thou so dear?
    They know not I knew thee,
    Who knew thee too well..
    Long, long shall I rue thee,
    Too deeply to tell.
    In secret we met
    In silence I grieve
    That thy heart could forget,
    Thy spirit deceive.
    If I should meet thee
    After long years,
    How should I greet thee?
    With silence and tears.
    cdo gje kalon, por sa e dhimbshme eshte ne momentin qe e perjeton

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