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She had not remembered then what she remembers now, a memory like something buried in river silt that finally works free and rises to the surface...

Something Rich and Strange: Selected Stories

A human being needs only a small plot of ground on which to be happy, and even less to lie beneath.

The Sorrows of Young Werther and Selected Writings

Paradoxically, the freedom of Paris is associated with a persistent belief that nothing ever changes. Paris, they say, is the city that changes least. After an absence of twenty or thirty years, one still recognizes it." ( )

Outside: Selected Writings

How many contradictions! Eh! If I loaded my wagon all on the same side, I'd tumble it over.

Philosophic Nights in Paris,: Being Selections from Promenades Philosophiques

Man can no more see the world than a fish can see the river bank.

Philosophic Nights in Paris,: Being Selections from Promenades Philosophiques

It was an accident that has endowed man with intelligence. He has made use of it: he invented stupidity.

Philosophic Nights in Paris,: Being Selections from Promenades Philosophiques

Tears flow and smiles fade to the same rhythm of life, to disappear together in the bottomless abyss.

Philosophic Nights in Paris,: Being Selections from Promenades Philosophiques

The greater part of a men who speak ill of women are speaking of a certain woman.

Philosophic Nights in Paris,: Being Selections from Promenades Philosophiques

A pear should come to the table popped with juice, Ripened in warmth and served in warmth. On terms Like these, autumn beguiles the fatalist.

The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play

For we do not do what we want to do, but what is easiest and most natural for us to do, and if it is easy for us to do the wrong thing, it is that that we will do.

The Radical Will: Selected Writings 1911-1918

I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a single word: Home.

Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems

We knew our days were numbered. We had fouled up our lives and we were getting ready for a shake-up.

Where I'm Calling From: New and Selected Stories

Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.

Where I'm Calling From: New and Selected Stories

Just as the sea is an open and ever flowing reality, so should our oceanic identity transcend all forms of insularity, to become one that is openly searching, inventive, and welcoming.

We Are the Ocean: Selected Works

If you don't look before the dusk and beyond the dawn, you won't be able to see the sun. (Soar)

Yours, poetically: Special Deluxe Edition of Selected Poems and Quotes

You will enjoy any activity in which you are fully present...

Oneness With All Life Treasury Edition: Inspirational Selections from A New Earth

Americans hate their cable companies - for bumbling installers, on-again-off-again transmissions, peculiar channel selections, and indifferent customer service. The only thing cable subscribers hate more than the cable company is not being able to ge...

Virginia Postrel

The trick is: how do you talk about natural selection without implying the rigidity of law? We use it as almost an active participant, almost like a god. In fact, you could substitute the word 'god' for 'natural selection' in a lot of evolutionary wr...

Greg Graffin

The forest has shrunk And fear has expanded, The forests have dwindled, There are less animals now, less courage and less lightning, less beauty and the moon lies bare, deflowered by force and then abandoned.

The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry

SOWING LIGHTNING Seize Bolts of lightning from the sky And plant them in fields of life. They will grow like tender sprouts of fire. Charge somber thoughts With unexpected flash, You, my lightning in the soil!

The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry

It rains And rains And rains. But there is a sky above the rain, Nothing can rot the sky. Earth has turned to mud. What of it? The heart of the planet is made of fire, of ardent sun. (from "A Rainy Day")

The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry