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To be or not to be. | ||
-- Shakespeare | ||
To do is to be. | ||
-- Nietzsche | ||
To be is to do. | ||
-- Sartre | ||
Do be do be do. | ||
-- Sinatra | ||
There is always one thing to remember: writers are always selling somebody out. | ||
-- Joan Didion, "Slouching Towards Bethlehem" | ||
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It is easy to find fault, if one has that disposition. There was once a man | ||
who, not being able to find any other fault with his coal, complained that | ||
there were too many prehistoric toads in it. | ||
-- Mark Twain, "Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar" | ||
"Speak, thou vast and venerable head," muttered Ahab, "which, though | ||
ungarnished with a beard, yet here and there lookest hoary with mosses; speak, | ||
mighty head, and tell us the secret thing that is in thee. Of all divers, | ||
thou has dived the deepest. That head upon which the upper sun now gleams has | ||
moved amid the world's foundations. Where unrecorded names and navies rust, | ||
and untold hopes and anchors rot; where in her murderous hold this frigate | ||
earth is ballasted with bones of millions of the drowned; there, in that awful | ||
water-land, there was thy most familiar home. Thou hast been where bell or | ||
diver never went; has slept by many a sailer's side, where sleepless mothers | ||
would give their lives to lay them down. Thou saw'st the locked lovers when | ||
leaping from their flaming ship; heart to heart they sank beneath the exulting | ||
wave; true to each other, when heaven seemed false to them. Thou saw'st the | ||
murdered mate when tossed by pirates from the midnight deck; for hours he fell | ||
into the deeper midnight of the insatiate maw; and his murderers still sailed | ||
on unharmed -- while swift lightnings shivered the neighboring ship that would | ||
have borne a righteous husband to outstretched, longing arms. O head! thou has | ||
seen enough to split the planets and make an infidel of Abraham, and not one | ||
syllable is thine!" | ||
-- H. Melville, "Moby Dick" |