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Lolita

Lolita is a novel by Vladimir Nabokov, first published in 1955, about a 37-year-old literature professor Humbert Humbert who is obsessed with the 12-year-old Dolores Haze, with whom he becomes sexually involved after he becomes her stepfather. "Lolita" is his private nickname for Dolores.

Foreword

 * Introductory note by the character "John Ray, Jr., Ph.D."

 * "Lolita, or the Confession of a White Widowed Male", such were the two titles under which the writer of the present note received the strange pages it preambulates. Humbert Humbert, their author, had died in legal captivity, of coronary thrombosis, on November 16, 1952, a few days before his trial was scheduled to start.

 * Its author's bizarre cognomen is his own invention; and, of course, this mask — through which two hypnotic eyes seem to glow — had to remain unlifted in accordance with its wearer's wish. While Haze only rhymes with the heroine's real surname, her first name is too closely interwound with the inmost fiber of the book to allow one to alter it; nor (as the reader will perceive for himself) is there any practical necessity to do so.

 * This commentator may be excused for repeating what he has stressed in his own books and lectures, namely that "offensive" is frequently but a synonym for "unusual"; and a great work of art is of course always original, and thus by its very nature should come as a more or less shocking surprise. I have no intention to glorify H.H.. No doubt, he is horrible, he is abject, he is a shining example of moral leprosy, a mixture of ferocity and jocularity that betrays supreme misery perhaps, but is not conducive to attractiveness. He is ponderously capricious. Many of his casual opinions on the people and scenery of this country are ludicrous. A desperate honesty that throbs through his confession does not absolve him from sins of diabolical cunning. He is abnormal. He is not a gentleman. But how magically his singing violin can conjure up a tendresse, a compassion for Lolita that makes us entranced with the book while abhorring its author! As a case history, Lolita will become, no doubt, a classic in psychiatric circles. As a work of art, it transcends its expiatory aspects; and still more important to us than scientific significance and literary worth, is the ethical impact the book should have on the serious reader; for in this poignant personal study there lurks a general lesson; the wayward child, the egotistic mother, the panting maniac —  these are not only vivid characters in a unique story: they warn us of dangerous trends; they point out potent evils. Lolita should make all of us — parents, social workers, educators — apply ourselves with still greater vigilance and vision to the task of bringing up a better generation in a safer world.

Part One

 * Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.
 * Opening lines, Ch. 1

 * You have to be an artist and a madman, a creature of infinite melancholy, with a bubble of hot poison in your loins and a super-voluptuous flame permanently aglow in your subtle spine (oh, how you have to cringe and hide!), in order to discern at once, by ineffable signs—the slightly feline outline of a cheekbone, the slenderness of a downy limb, and other indices which despair and shame and tears of tenderness forbid me to tabulate—the deadly little demon among the wholesome children; she stands unrecognized by them and unconscious herself of her fantastic power.
 * Ch. 1

 * My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three, and, save for a pocket of warmth in the darkest past, nothing of her subsists within the hollows and dells of memory, over which, if you can still stand my style (I am writing under observation), the sun of my infancy had set...
 * Ch. 2

 * There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, with your eyes open (and then I see Annabel in such general terms as: "honey-colored skin," "thin arms," "brown bobbed hair," "long lashes," "big bright mouth"); and the other when you instantly evoke, with shut eyes, on the dark innerside of your eyelids, the objective, absolutely optical replica of a beloved face, a little ghost in natural colors (and this is how I see Lolita).
 * Ch. 3

 * I also know that the shock of Annabel's death consolidated the frustration of that nightmare summer, made of it a permanent obstacle to any further romance throughout the cold years of my youth. The spiritual and the physical had been blended in us with a perfection that must remain incomprehensible to the matter-of-fact, crude, standard-brained youngsters of today. Long after her death I felt her thoughts floating through mine. Long before we met we had had the same dreams. We compared notes. We found strange affinities. The same June of the same year (1919) a stray canary had fluttered into her house and mine, in two widely separated countries. Oh, Lolita, had you loved me thus!
 * Ch. 4

 * I have reserved for the conclusion of my "Annabel" phase the account of our unsuccessful first tryst. One night, she managed to deceive the vicious vigilance of her family. In a nervous and slender-leaved mimosa grove at the back of their villa we found a perch on the ruins of a low stone wall. Through the darkness and the tender trees we could see the arabesques of lighted windows which, touched up by the colored inks of sensitive memory, appear to me now like playing cards-presumably because a bridge game was keeping the enemy busy. She trembled and twitched as I kissed the corner of her parted lips and the hot lobe of her ear. A cluster of stars palely glowed above us, between the silhouettes of long thin leaves; that vibrant sky seemed as naked as she was under her light frock. I saw her face in the sky, strangely distinct as if it emitted a faint radiance of its own. Her legs, her lovely live legs, were not too close together, and when my hand located what it sought, a dreamy and eerie expression, half pleasure, half-pain, came over those childish features. She sat a little higher than I, and whenever in her solitary ecstasy she was led to kiss me, her head would bend with a sleepy, soft, drooping movement that was almost woeful, and her bare knees caught and compressed my wrist, and slackened again and her quivering mouth, distorted by the acridity of some mysterious potion, with a sibilant intake of breath came near to my face. She would try to relieve the pain of love by first roughly rubbing her dry lips against mine; then my darling would draw away with a nervous toss of her hair, and then again come darkly near and let me feed on her open mouth, while with a generosity that was ready to offer her everything, my heart, my throat, my entrails, I gave her to hold in her awkward fist the scepter of my passion.
 * Ch. 4

 * All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of mutual possession might have been assuaged only by our actually imbibing and assimilating every particle of each other's soul and flesh; but there we were, unable even to mate as slum children would have so easily found an opportunity to do so.
 * Ch.4

 * Now I wish to introduce the following idea. Between the age limits of nine and fourteen there occur maidens who, to certain bewitched travelers, twice or many times older than they, reveal their true nature which is not human, but nymphic (that is, demoniac); and these chosen creatures I propose to designate as "nymphets."
 * Ch. 5

 * Overtly, I had so-called normal relationships with a number of terrestrial women having pumpkins or pears for breasts; inly, I was consumed by a hell furnace of localized lust for every passing nymphet whom as a law-abiding poltroon I never dared approach. The human females I was allowed to wield were but palliative agents. I am ready to believe that the sensations I derived from natural fornication were much the same as those known to normal big males consorting with their normal big mates in that routine rhythm which shakes the world. The trouble was that those gentlemen had not, and I had, caught glimpses of an incomparably more poignant bliss. The dimmest of my pollutive dreams was a thousand times more dazzling than all the adultery the most virile writer of genius or the most talented impotent might imagine.
 * Ch. 5

 * Oh, my Lolita, I have only words to play with!
 * Ch. 8

 * All I want to stress is that my discovery of her was a fatal consequence of that 'princedom by the sea' in my tortured past. Everything between the two events was but a series of gropings and blunders, and false rudiments of joy.
 * Ch. 10

 * Then she crept into my waiting arms, radiant, relaxed, caressing me with her tender, mysterious, impure, indifferent, twilight eyes--for all the world, like the cheapest of cheap cuties. For that is what nymphets imitate--while we moan and die.
 * Ch. 27

 * While eager to impress me with the world of tough kids, she was not quite prepared for certain discrepancies between a kid's life and mine. Pride alone prevented her from giving up; for, in my strange predicament, I feigned supreme stupidity and had her have her way — at least while I could still bear it. But really these are irrelevant matters; I am not concerned with so-called "sex" at all. Anybody can imagine those elements of animality. A greater endeavor lures me on: to fix once for all the perilous magic of nymphets.
 * Ch. 29

Part Two

 * Lolita, when she chose, could be a most exasperating brat. I was not really quite prepared for her fits of disorganized boredom, intense and vehement griping, her sprawling, droopy, dopey-eyed style, and what is called goofing off — a kind of diffused clowning which she thought was tough in a boyish hoodlum way. Mentally, I found her to be a disgustingly conventional little girl. Sweet hot jazz, square dancing, gooey fudge sundaes, musicals, movie magazines and so forth — these were the obvious items in her list of beloved things. The Lord knows how many nickels I fed to the gorgeous music boxes that came with every meal we had.
 * Ch. 1

 * And so we rolled East, I more devastated than braced with the satisfaction of my passion, and she glowing with health, her bi-iliac garland still as brief as a lad's, although she had added two inches to her stature and eight pounds to her weight. We had been everywhere. We had really seen nothing. And I catch myself thinking today that our long journey had only defiled with a sinuous trail of slime the lovely, trustful, dreamy, enormous country that by then, in retrospect, was no more to us than a collection of dog-eared maps, ruined tour books, old tires, and her sobs in the night — every night, every night — the moment I feigned sleep.
 * Ch. 3

 * I am sufficiently proud of my knowing something to be modest about my not knowing all.
 * Ch. 25

 * Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze. Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet. Age: five thousand three hundred days. Profession: none, or "starlet".
 * Ch. 25

 * Dying, dying, Lolita Haze, Of hate and remorse, I'm dying. And again my hairy fist I raise, And again I hear you crying.
 * Ch. 25

 * In Kasbeam a very old barber gave me a very mediocre haircut: he babbled of a baseball-playing son of his, and, at every explodent, spat into my neck, and every now and then wiped his glasses on my sheet-wrap, or interrupted his tremulous scissor work to produce faded newspaper clippings, and so inattentive was I that it came as a shock to realize as he pointed to an easelled photograph among the ancient gray lotions, that the moustached young ball player had been dead for the last thirty years.
 * p. 215

 * All of a sudden I noticed that he had noticed that I did not seem to have noticed Chum protruding from beneath the other corner of the chest. We fell to wrestling again. We rolled all over the floor, in each other's arms, like two huge helpless children. He was naked and goatish under his robe, and I felt suffocated as he rolled over me. I rolled over him. We rolled over me. They rolled over him. We rolled over us.
 * Ch. 35

 * The following decision I make with all the legal impact and support of a signed testament: I wish this memoir to be published only when Lolita is no longer alive. Thus, neither of us is alive when the reader opens this book. But while the blood still throbs through my writing hand, you are still as much part of blessed matter as I am, and I can still talk to you from here to Alaska. Be true to your Dick. Do not let other fellows touch you. Do not talk to strangers. I hope you will love your baby. I hope it will be a boy. That husband of yours, I hope, will always treat you well, because otherwise my specter shall come at him, like black smoke, like a demented giant, and pull him apart nerve by nerve. And do not pity C. Q. One had to choose between him and H.H., and one wanted H.H. to exist at least a couple of months longer, so as to have him make you live in the minds of later generations. I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art. And this is the only immortality you and I may share, my Lolita.
 * Ch. 36

On a Book Entitled Lolita (1956)

 * This was written as an "Afterword" to Lolita which has been used in all later editions.

 * After Olympia Press, in Paris, published the book, an American critic suggested that Lolita was the record of my love affair with the romantic novel. The substitution "English language" for "romantic novel" would make this elegant formula more correct.
 * As quoted in "Nabokov's Love Affairs" by R. W. Flint in The New Republic (17 June 1957)

 * My private tragedy, which cannot, and indeed should not, be anybody's concern, is that I had to abandon my natural idiom, my untrammeled, rich, and infinitely docile Russian tongue for a second-rate brand of English.

 * Although everybody should know that I detest symbols and allegories (which is due partly to my old feud with Freudian voodooism and partly to my loathing of generalizations devised by literary mythists and sociologists), an otherwise intelligent reader who flipped through the first part described Lolita as "Old Europe debauching young America," while another flipper saw in it "Young America debauching old Europe."
 * As quoted at Rad Geek People's Daily

 * As far as I can recall, the initial shiver of inspiration was somehow prompted by a newspaper story about an ape in the Jardin des Plantes who, after months of coaxing by a scientist, produced the first drawing ever charcoaled by an animal: this sketch showed the bars of the poor creature's cage.
 * As quoted at Penn State University Libraries

 * For me a work of fiction exists only insofar as it affords me what I shall bluntly call aesthetic bliss.

Quotes about Lolita

 * Arranged alphabetically by author.

 * All of Nabokov's books are about tyranny, even Lolita. Perhaps Lolita most of all.
 * Martin Amis in Koba the Dread: Laughter and the Twenty Million (2002)

 * Lolita is pornography, and we do not plan to review it.
 * Frederic Babcock, editor of the Chicago Tribune Magazine of Books as quoted in "The Lolita Case" in TIME magazine (17 November 1958).

 * Lolita is one of our finest American novels, a triumph of style and vision, an unforgettable work, Nabokov's best (though not most characteristic) work, a wedding of Swiftian satirical vigor with the kind of minute, loving patience that belongs to a man infatuated with the visual mysteries of the world.
 * Joyce Carol Oates in "A Personal View of Nabokov" in ''Saturday Review of the Arts (January 1973)

 * Lolita is a fine book, a distinguished book — all right then — a great book.
 * Dorothy Parker's review in Esquire, as quoted in "The Lolita Case" in TIME magazine (17 November 1958).

 * ["Lolita"] is without merit, except as smut. On that count, it is highly exciting.
 * Evelyn Waugh

 * Some say the Great American Novel is Huckleberry Finn, some say it's The Jungle, some say it's The Great Gatsby. But my vote goes to the tale with the maximum lust, hypocrisy and obsession — the view of America that could only have come from an outsider — Nabokov's Lolita. ... Those who bought "Lolita" looking for mere prurient kicks must surely have been disappointed. Lolita is dark and twisted all right, but it's also a corruptly beautiful love story of two tragically alike, id-driven souls... What makes Lolita a work of greatness isn't that its title has become ingrained in the vernacular, isn't that it was a generation ahead of America in fetishizing young girls. No, it is the writing, the way Nabokov bounces around in words like the English language is a toy trunk, the sly wit, the way it's devastating and cynical and heartbreaking all at once. Poor old Dolly Haze might not have grown up very well, but Lolita forever remains a thing of timeless beauty.
 * Mary Elizabeth Williams in her "Personal Best" review at Salon.com

 * Twenty-five years after Lolita's publication, as Edward Albee's dramatic adaptation prepares to open on Broadway, Nabokov's vision of American childhood seems nothing if not prescient. The public of 1956 was outraged not only by the thought of early sex but also by the image of a child so knowing, jaded and unchildlike. How much more familiar Lolita is today. There is no doubt that 9-, 10-, 11- and 12-year-olds of the 1980's have more in common with Lolita, at least in what they know, than with those guileless and innocent creatures in their shiny Mary Janes and pigtails, their scraped knees and trusting ways that were called children not so long ago.
 * Winn, Marie (January 25, 1981). "What Became of Childhood Innocence?", The New York Times, (January 25, 1981)

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Dead Reckoning (1947 film)

Dead Reckoning is a 1947 American film noir about a war hero who begins investigating the death of his friend and fellow soldier. The investigation leads him to his friend's mistress, a mysterious woman whose husband his friend was accused of murdering.
 * Directed by John Cromwell. Written by Steve Fisher and Oliver H. P. Garrett.

He Doesn't Trust Anyone...Especially Women!Taglines

Captain Warren 'Rip' Murdock

 * Johnny, why don't you get rid of the grief you got for that blonde, whoever she is? Every mile we go, you sweat worse with the same pain. Didn't I tell you all females are the same with their faces washed?

 * I hated every part of her but I couldn't figure her out yet. I wanted to see her the way Johnny had. I wanted to hear that song of hers with Johnny's ears. Maybe she was alright. And maybe Christmas comes in July. But I didn't believe it.

 * I didn’t like the feeling I had about her - the way I wanted to put my hand on her arm, the way I kept smelling that jasmine in her hair, the way I kept hearing that song she'd sung. Yeah, I was walking into something, alright.

 * I remember there was a whiff of jasmine just before I was knocked out. Maybe, maybe it was her. Suddenly I got a feeling I know it was. Jasmine.

 * [referring to two war souvenir hand grenades] If I were you, I'd turn 'em in to Army Ordnance. You start coughin' too hard with one of them in your hand, there'll be nothing left but the gold in your teeth... if it don't melt!

 * There's something about that big lug I didn't like. Maybe it's calling me friend.

 * I'm the brass-knucks-in-the-teeth-to-dance-time type.

 * [on the phone] Whattya mean, am I checkin' up on you? Of course. I am. I forgot to tell you, I don't trust anybody - especially women!

 * You know, you do awful good. I came here to - but go ahead. Put Christmas in your eyes and keep your voice low. Tell me about paradise and all the things I'm missing. I haven't had a good laugh since before Johnny was murdered.

Other

 * Martinelli: You place me in an extremely distasteful position, Mr. Murdock. Brutality has always revolted me.

Dialogue

 * Rip Murdock: You know, the trouble with women is they ask too many questions. They should spend all their time just being beautiful.
 * Coral Chandler: And let the men do the worrying.
 * Rip Murdock: Yeah. You know, I've been thinking: women ought to come capsule-sized, about four inches high. When a man goes out of an evening, he just puts her in his pocket and takes her along with him, and that way he knows exactly where she is. He gets to his favorite restaurant, he puts her on the table and lets her run around among the coffee cups while he swaps a few lies with his pals...
 * Coral Chandler: Why...
 * Rip Murdock: Without danger of interruption. And when it comes that time of the evening when he wants her full-sized and beautiful, he just waves his hand and there she is, full-sized.
 * Coral Chandler: Why, that's the most conceited statement I've ever heard.
 * Rip Murdock: But if she starts to interrupt, he just shrinks her back to pocket-size and puts her away.
 * Coral Chandler: I understand. What you're saying is: women are made to be loved.
 * Rip Murdock: Is THAT what I'm saying?
 * Coral Chandler: Yes, it's a confession. A woman may drive you out of your mind, but you wouldn't trust her, and because you couldn't put her in your pocket, you get all mixed up.

 * Rip Murdock: Say, when you get on again as a professor at some college, and I'm back running my cabs in St. Louis, send me up a problem in algebra once in a while, will you?
 * Johnny Drake: Blonde or brunette?
 * Rip Murdock: Redhead in a sloppy joe sweater.
 * Johnny Drake: I think you're a great guy, too, Rip, if that's what this conversation's about. Even in the U.S.A., this world.

 * Coral Chandler: Martinelli won't ever give up the gun. And this time you might get killed.
 * Rip Murdock: That would be awful. Wouldn't it?

 * Photographer: Captain Murdock?
 * Rip Murdock: On the hoof, son.
 * Photographer: The camera boys'd like to get a couple of shots of you and Sergeant Drake. Could you come out on the platform? You only stop here for five minutes.
 * Rip Murdock: This is the City of Brotherly Love?
 * Photographer: That's what New Yorkers call it. They don't live here.
 * Rip Murdock: I'm all for love, son.

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 * He Doesn't Trust Anyone...Especially Women!

 * You can't push me around!

 * There never was a Bogart like this... and here's the reason...

 * There's no compromise here.

Cast

 * Humphrey Bogart - Capt. Warren "Rip" Murdock
 * Lizabeth Scott - Coral "Dusty"/"Mike" Chandler
 * Morris Carnovsky - Martinelli
 * Charles Cane - Lt. Kincaid
 * William Prince - Sgt. Johnny Drake
 * Marvin Miller - Krause
 * Wallace Ford - McGee
 * James Bell - Father Logan
 * George Chandler - Bartender Louis Ord
 * William Forrest - Lt. Col. Simpson
 * Ruby Dandridge - Mabel
 * Ray Teal - Motorcycle Cop

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Paradise Regained

Paradise Regained is a poem, published in 1671, by the 17th century English poet John Milton that is connected by name to his earlier and more famous epic poem Paradise Lost, with which it shares similar theological themes; indeed, its title, its use of blank verse, and its progression through Christian history recall the earlier work. However, this effort deals primarily with the temptation of Christ as recounted in the Gospel of Luke.

Book I

 * I who e're while the happy Garden sung, By one mans disobedience lost, now sing Recover'd Paradise to all mankind, By one mans firm obedience fully tri'd Through all temptation, and the Tempter foil'd In all his wiles, defeated and repuls't, And Eden rais'd in the wast Wilderness.
 * Lines 1–7

 * [...] tell of deeds Above Heroic, though in secret done, And unrecorded left through many an Age, Worthy t' have not remain'd so long unsung.
 * Lines 14–17

 * His coming, is sent Harbinger, who all Invites, and in the Consecrated stream Pretends to wash off sin
 * Lines 71–73

 * Victory and triumph to the Son of God Now entring his great duel, not of arms, But to vanquish by wisdom hellish wiles. The Father knows the Son; therefore secure Ventures his filial Vertue, though untri'd, Against whate're may tempt, whate're seduce, Allure, or terrifie, or undermine. Be frustrate, all ye stratagems of Hell, And devilish machinations come to nought.
 * Lines 173–181

 * Envy they say excites me, thus to gain Companions of my misery and wo.
 * Lines 397–398

 * That fellowship in pain divides not smart, Nor lightens aught each mans peculiar load.
 * Lines 401–402

 * Most men admire Virtue who follow not her lore.
 * Lines 482–483

Book II

 * And the great Thisbite who on fiery wheels Rode up to Heaven, yet once again to come.
 * Lines 16–17

 * Behold the kings of the Earth how they oppress Thy chosen, to what highth thir pow'r unjust They have exalted, and behind them cast All fear of thee, arise and vindicate Thy Glory, free thy people from thir yoke
 * Lines 44–48

 * My heart hath been a store-house long of things And sayings laid up, portending strange events.
 * Lines 103–104

 * Skilled to retire, and in retiring draw Hearts after them tangled in amorous nets.
 * Lines 161–162

 * Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive.
 * Lines 220–221

 * Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.
 * Line 228

 * For therein stands the office of a King, His Honour, Vertue, Merit and chief Praise, That for the Publick all this weight he bears. Yet he who reigns within himself, and rules Passions, Desires, and Fears, is more a King;
 * Lines 463–467

Book III

 * For what is glory but the blaze of fame.
 * Line 47

 * Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise.
 * Line 56

 * They err who count it glorious to subdue By Conquest far and wide, to over-run Large Countries, and in field great Battels win,
 * Lines 71–73

 * Elephants endors'd with towers.
 * Line 329

Book IV

 * Syene, and where the shadow both way falls, Meroe, Nilotic isle.
 * Lines 70–71

 * Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreath'd.
 * Line 76

 * The first of all Commandments, Thou shalt worship The Lord thy God, and only him shalt serve;
 * Lines 176–177

By wisdom; as thy empire must extend, So let extend thy mind o'er all the world In knowledge; all things in it comprehend.
 * The childhood shows the man, As morning shows the day. Be famous, then,
 * Lines 220–224. Compare: "The child is father of the man", William Wordsworth, My Heart Leaps up.

 * Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.
 * Lines 240–241

 * The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long.
 * Lines 244–246

 * Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democratie, Shook the arsenal, and fulmin'd over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.
 * Line 267–271

 * Socrates... Whom well inspired the oracle pronounced Wisest of men.
 * Lines 274–276; spoken by Satan.

 * The first and wisest of them all professed To know this only, that he nothing knew.
 * Lines 293–294.

 * Who reads Incessantly, and to his reading brings not A spirit and judgment equal or superior, (And what he brings what needs he elsewhere seek?) Uncertain and unsettled still remains, Deep versed in books, and shallow in himself.
 * Line 322

 * As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. Or if I would delight my private hours With music or with poem, where so soon As in our native language can I find That solace?
 * Lines 330–335

 * Till morning fair Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray.
 * Lines 426–427

Quotes about Paradise Regained

 * On the fate of the Paradise Regained the voice of the public, which on a question of poetic excellence cannot for any long time be erroneous, has irrevocably decided. Not to object to the impropriety of the title, which would certainly be more consistent with a work on the death and the resurrection of our blessed Lord, the extreme narrowness of the plan of the poem, the small proportion of it which is assigned to action and the large part which is given to disputations and didactic dialogue, its paucity of characters and of poetic imagery, and, lastly, its general deficiency in the charm of numbers must for ever preclude it from any extended range of popularity. It may be liked and applauded by those who are resolute to like and are hardy to applaud: but to the great body of the readers of poetry, let the critics amuse themselves with their exertions as they please, it will always be "caviare." It is embellished however with several exquisite passages, and it certainly shows in some of its finer parts, the still existing author of the Paradise Lost.
 * Charles Symmons, The Life of John Milton (1810), p. 556

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Samson Agonistes

Samson Agonistes (Greek: "Samson the agonist") is a work of blank verse tragedy by John Milton, published in 1671.

Quotes

 * Promise was that I Should Israel from Philistian yoke deliver; Ask for this great Deliverer now, and find him Eyeless in Gaza at the Mill with slaves, Himself in bonds under Philistian yoke.
 * Lines 38-42

 * O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!
 * Lines 80-82.

 * The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night, Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
 * Lines 86-89.

 * To live a life half dead, a living death.
 * Line 100.

 * Ran on embattled armies clad in iron, And, weaponless himself, Made arms ridiculous.
 * Lines 129-131.

 * Apt words have power to suage The tumors of a troubled mind.
 * Lines 184-185.

 * Wisest men Have erred, and by bad women been deceived.
 * Lines 210-211.

 * Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all.
 * Lines 293-295.

 * What boots it at one gate to make defense, And at another to let in the foe?
 * Lines 560-561.

 * My race of glory run, and race of shame, And I shall shortly be with them at rest.
 * Lines 597-598.

 * But who is this, what thing of sea or land? Female of sex it seems, That so bedecked, ornate, and gay, Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for th' isles Of Javan or Gadire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails filled, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play; An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger?
 * Lines 710-721.

 * Dalila: In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause. Samson: For want of words, no doubt, or lack of breath!
 * Lines 903-905.

 * Fame, if not double-faced, is double-mouthed, And with contrary blast proclaims most deeds; On both his wings, one black, the other white, Bears greatest names in his wild airy flight.
 * Lines 971-974.

 * Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offense returning, to regain Love once possessed.
 * Lines 1003-1005.

 * Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end; Not wedlock-treachery.
 * Lines 1008-1009.

 * The way to know were not to see, but taste.
 * Line 1090.

 * Boast not of what thou would'st have done, but do What then thou would'st.
 * Lines 1104-1105.

 * He’s gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
 * Lines 1350-51.

 * For evil news rides post, while good news baits.
 * Line 1538.

 * Suspense in news is torture.
 * Line 1569.

 * But he, though blind of sight, Despised, and thought extinguished quite, With inward eyes illuminated, His fiery virtue roused From under ashes into sudden flame, And as an ev'ning dragon came, Assailant on the perched roosts And nests in order rang'd Of tame villatic fowl. So Virtue, given for lost, Depressed and overthrown, as seemed, Like that self-begotten bird In the Arabian woods embost, That no second knows nor third, And lay erewhile a holocaust, From out her ashy womb now teemed, Revives, reflourishes, then vigorous most When most unactive deemed; And, though her body die, her fame survives, A secular bird, ages of lives.
 * Lines 1687-1707

 * Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
 * Lines 1721-1724.

 * All is best, though we oft doubt, What the unsearchable dispose Of highest Wisdom brings about.
 * Lines 1745-1747.

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Areopagitica

Areopagitica: A speech of Mr John Milton for the liberty of unlicenced printing to the Parliament of England is a prose tract by John Milton, published 23 November 1644.

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 * Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay, they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them. I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye. Many a man lives a burden to the earth; but a good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life. 'Tis true, no age can restore a life, whereof perhaps there is no great loss; and revolutions of ages do not oft recover the loss of a rejected truth, for the want of which whole nations fare the worse.

 * A man may be a heretic in the truth, and if he believe things only because his pastor says so, or the assembly so determines, without knowing other reason, though his belief be true, yet the very truth he holds becomes his heresy.

 * Seasoned life of man preserved and stored up in books.

 * I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat.

 * Where there is much desire to learn, here of necessity will be much arguing, much writing, many opinions; for opinion in good men is but knowledge in the making.

 * Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper softness in chambers?

 * Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks. Methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.

 * Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.

 * Though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do injuriously, by licensing and prohibiting, to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse, in a free and open encounter?
 * Comparable with statement of Thomas Jefferson in his First Inaugural Address (4 March 1801): "Error of opinion may be tolerated where reason is left free to combat it."

 * We should be wary therefore what persecution we raise against the living labours of public men, how we spill that seasoned life of man, preserved and stored up in books; since we see a kind of homicide may be thus committed, sometimes a martyrdom, and if it extend to the whole impression, a kind of massacre; whereof the execution ends not in the slaying of an elemental life, but strikes at that ethereal and fifth essence, the breath of reason itself, slays an immortality rather than a life.

 * Truth and understanding are not such wares as to be monopolized and traded in by tickets and statutes and standards. We must not think to make a staple commodity of all the knowledge in the land, to mark and license it like our broadcloth and our woolpacks.

 * There is yet behind of what I purposed to lay open, the incredible loss and detriment that this plot of licensing puts us to; more than if some enemy at sea should stop up all our havens and ports and creeks, it hinders and retards the importation of our richest merchandise, truth.

 * He who thinks we are to pitch our tent here, and have attained the utmost prospect of reformation that the mortal glass wherein we contemplate can show us, till we come to beatific vision, that man by this very opinion declares that he is yet far short of truth.

 * It is not possible for man to sever the wheat from the tares, the good fish from the other fry; that must be the Angels' ministry at the end of mortal things. Yet if all cannot be of one mind — as who looks they should be? — this doubtless is more wholesome, more prudent, and more Christian, that many be tolerated, rather than all compelled.

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Chip Tsao

Chip Tsao (born 17 August 1958), also known by his pen name To Kit, is a multilingual Hong Kong-based columnist, broadcaster, and writer.

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 * What else would be as impressive as a status symbol than when you are visiting a billionaire for lunch and you and dozens of other refined guests are offered a glass of fresh milk to toast everybody’s health, instead of a glass of Chateau Rotschild Lafitte?
 * Politically Incorrect with Chip Tsao - The Vintage Year, HK Magazine

 * As a nation of servants, you (Filipinos) don’t flex your muscles at your master, from whom you earn most of your bread and butter. ...They may have Barack Obama and the hawkish American military behind them, but we have a hostage in each of our homes in the Mid-Levels or higher.
 * The War at Home, The Philippine Star

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Theory

Theory is a contemplative and rational type of abstract or generalizing thinking, or the results of such thinking. Depending on the context, the results might for example include generalized explanations of how nature works, or even how divine or metaphysical matters are thought to work.

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Quotes are arranged in chronological order

Antiquity through eighteenth century

 * All men suppose what is called Wisdom to deal with the first causes and the principles of things; so that, as has been said before, the man of experience is thought to be wiser than the possessors of any sense-perception whatever, the artist wiser than the men of experience, the masterworker than the mechanic, and the theoretical kinds of knowledge to be more of the nature of Wisdom than the productive.
 * Aristotle, Metaphysics, 982a1, Complete Works, vol. 2, p. 1553

 * Practical life is not necessarily directed toward other people, as some think; and it is not the case that practical thoughts are only those which result from action for the sake of what ensues. On the contrary, much more practical are those mental activities and reflections which have their goal in themselves and take place for their own sake.
 * Aristotle, Politics, VII, 3, 8, 1325b16-20

 * Never call yourself a philosopher, nor talk a great deal among the unlearned about theorems, but act conformably to them.
 * Epictetus, Enchiridion, 46

 * A light was kindled amongst the investigators of nature when Galilei let balls of a definite weight roll down the inclined plane. For they saw that they only understand what is produced according to a predetermined plan or hypothesis... for otherwise planless observations made according to no ideas could never be brought into the form of a law which reason demands and seeks. ...Thus physics was brought into the position of a certain science after groping about blindly for so many hundred years.
 * Immanuel Kant, Preface, Critique of Pure Reason (1787) 2nd edition, as quoted by, "Francis Bacon and Galileo Galilei" (A Comparison of Methods) in The Magazine (Dec. 1905) Vol. 5, No. 1, p. 260, footnote 2.

19th century

 * in chronological order

 * Theory is in itself of no use, except in so far as it makes us believe in the connection of phenomena.
 * Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Aphorism 44 from Maxims and Reflections

 * Theories usually result from the precipitate reasoning of an impatient mind which would like to be rid of phenomena and replace them with images, concepts, indeed often with mere words.
 * Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Maxims and Reflections (1833) E. Stopp, trans. (Penguin: 1998) #428

Thus there were two difficulties be overcome: the human mind had to observe in order to form real theories, and yet had to form theories of some sort before it could apply itself to a connected series of observations. The primitive human mind, therefore, found itself involved in a vicious circle, from which it would never have had any means of escaping, if a natural way of the difficulty had not fortunately found by the spontaneous development of Theological conceptions. ...chimerical hopes ..exaggerated ideas of man's importance in the universe to which the Theological Philosophy ...at the commencement, ...afforded an indispensable stimulus without the aid which we cannot, indeed, conceive how the primitive human mind would have been induced to undertake any arduous labours.
 * All competent thinkers agree with Bacon that there can be no real knowledge except that which rests upon observed facts. This fundamental maxim is evidently indisputable if it is applied, as it ought to be, to the mature state of our intelligence. But, if we consider the origin of our knowledge, it is no less certain that the primitive human mind could not, and indeed ought not to, have thought in that way. For if, on the one hand, every Positive theory must necessarily be founded upon observations, it is, on the other hand, no less true that, in order to observe, our mind has need of some theory or other. If in contemplating phenomena we did not immediately connect them with principles, not only would it be impossible for us to combine these isolated observations, and therefore to derive profit from them, but we should even be entirely incapable of remembering facts, which would for the most remain unnoted by us.
 * Auguste Comte, Cours de Philosophie Positive (1830-1842); The Positive Philosophy of Auguste Comte (1853) Tr. Harriet Martineau; The Fundamental Principles of the Positive Philosophy: Being the First Two Chapters of the Cours de Philosophie Positive of Auguste Comte (1905) pp. 23-25.

 * It is clear that the arm of criticism cannot replace the criticism of arms. Material force can only be overthrown by material force, but theory itself becomes a material force when it has seized the masses. Theory is capable of seizing the masses when it demonstrates ad hominem, and it demonstrates ad hominem as soon as it becomes radical. To be radical is to grasp things by the root. But for man the root is man himself. What proves beyond doubt the radicalism of German theory, and thus its practical energy, is that it begins from the resolute positive abolition of religion. The criticism of religion ends with the doctrine that man is the supreme being for man. It ends, therefore, with the categorical imperative to overthrow all those conditions in which man is an abased, enslaved, abandoned, contemptible being—conditions which can hardly be better described than in the exclamation of a Frenchman on the occasion of a proposed tax upon dogs: 'Wretched dogs! They want to treat you like men!'
 * Karl Marx, Contribution to the Critique of Hegel's Philosophy of Right (1843)

 * If any theories or opinions of mine can be damaged by facts, so much the worse for my theories.
 * James A. Garfield, Commissioner Wells's Report. Remarks made in the House of Representatives, January 1869. Quoted in

 * About thirty years ago there was much talk that geologists ought only to observe and not theorise; and I well remember some one saying that at this rate a man might as well go into a gravel-pit and count the pebbles and describe the colours. How odd it is that anyone should not see that all observation must be for or against some view if it is to be of any service!
 * Charles Darwin, Letter to (Sept. 18, 1861) in Life of Henry Fawcett (1885) pp. 100-101, and in More Letters of Charles Darwin: a Record of his Work in a Series of hitherto Unpublished Letters (1903) Vol. 1, p. 195, ed., Sir Francis Darwin, Albert Charles Seward.

 * Philosophical theories or ideas, as points of view, instruments of criticism, may help us to gather up what might otherwise pass unregarded by us. “Philosophy is the microscope of thought.” The theory or idea or system which requires of us the sacrifice of any part of this experience, in consideration of some interest into which we cannot enter, or some abstract theory we have not identified with ourselves, or what is only conventional, has no real claim upon us.
 * Walter Pater (1873), The Renaissance, Conclusion

 * Their ideas seemed to him fruitful when he was reading or was himself seeking arguments to refute other theories, especially those of the materialists; but as soon as he began to read or sought for himself a solution of problems, the same thing always happened. As long as he followed the fixed definition of obscure words such as spirit, will, freedom, essence, purposely letting himself go into the snare of words the philosophers set for him, he seemed to comprehend something.  But he had only to forget the artificial train of reasoning, and to turn from life itself to what had satisfied him while thinking in accordance with the fixed definitions, and all this artificial edifice fell to pieces at once like a house of cards, and it became clear that the edifice had been built up out of those transposed words, apart from anything in life.
 * Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (1873-1877), Tr. C. Garnett (New York: 2003), Part 8, Chapter 9, p. 728

 * And don't all the theories of philosophy do the same, trying by the path of thought, which is strange and not natural to man, to bring him to a knowledge of what he has known long ago, and knows so certainly that he could not live at all without it? Isn't it distinctly to be seen in the development of each philosopher's theory, that he knows what is the chief significance of life beforehand, just as positively as the peasant Fyodor, and not a bit more clearly than he, and is simply trying by a dubious intellectual path to come back to what everyone knows?
 * Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (1873-1877), Tr. C. Garnett (New York: 2003), Part 8, Chapter 13, p. 737

 * It is a condition which confronts us — not a theory.
 * Grover Cleveland, third annual message to Congress (December 6, 1887); reported in George F. Parker, ed., The Writings and Speeches of Grover Cleveland (1892), p. 86. Cleveland was referring to the tariff.

 * During all those years of experimentation and research, I never once made a discovery. All my work was deductive, and the results I achieved were those of invention, pure and simple. I would construct a theory and work on its lines until I found it was untenable. Then it would be discarded at once and another theory evolved. This was the only possible way for me to work out the problem. … I speak without exaggeration when I say that I have constructed 3,000 different theories in connection with the electric light, each one of them reasonable and apparently likely to be true. Yet only in two cases did my experiments prove the truth of my theory. My chief difficulty was in constructing the carbon filament. . . . Every quarter of the globe was ransacked by my agents, and all sorts of the queerest materials used, until finally the shred of bamboo, now utilized by us, was settled upon.
 * Thomas Edison on his years of research in developing the electric light bulb, as quoted in "Talks with Edison" by George Parsons Arthropod in Harper magazine, Vol. 80 (February 1890), p. 425.

 * [T]he studies preliminary to the construction of a great theory should be at least as deliberate and thorough as those that are preliminary to the building of a dwelling-house.
 * Charles Sanders Pierce, "The Architecture of Theories" in The Monist (January 1891) Vol. I, No. 2, p. 161ff.

 * [W]ith regard to light, that it consists of vibrations was almost proved by the phenomena of diffraction, while those of polarisation showed the excursions of the particles to be perpendicular to the line of propogation; but the phenomena of dispersion, etc., require additional hypotheses which may be very complicated. Thus, the further progress of molecular speculation appears quite uncertain. If hypotheses are to be tried haphazard, or simply because they will suit certain phenomena, it will occupy the mathematical physicists of the world say half a century on the average to bring each theory to the test, and since the number of possible theories may go up into the trillion, only one of which can be true, we have little prospect of making further solid additions to the subject in our time.
 * Charles Sanders Pierce, "The Architecture of Theories" in The Monist (January 1891) Vol. I, No. 2, p. 161ff.

20th century, first part

 * 1900s

 * We sometimes speak of stubborn facts. Nonsense! A fact is a mere babe when compared with a stubborn theory.
 * Samuel McChord Crothers, “Quixotism,” The Gentle Reader (1903), p. 277

 * Theory alone is of no value. Practical application of the theory is the test.
 * John Williams Streeter (1904) The Fat of the Land: The Story of an American Farm, p. 10

 * 1910s

 * In conclusion, a word about your tired expression that there is a difference between theory and praxis. ... Thereby you want to say that praxis should be an unencumbered as possible by theory. Coming from you, this wish is quite intelligible. What you mean by praxis is private profit; what I mean by theory is justice.
 * Karl Barth, "Jesus Christ and the Movement for Social Justice" (1911), in Karl Barth and Radical Politics (Westminster Press: 1976), p. 45

 * There is no great harm in the theorist who makes up a new theory to fit a new event. But the theorist who starts with a false theory and then sees everything as making it come true is the most dangerous enemy of human reason.
 * Gilbert Keith Chesterton ( 1914) The Flying Inn

 * Things and events explain themselves, and the business of thought is to brush aside the verbal and conceptual impediments which prevent them from doing so. Start with the notion that it is you who explain the Object, and not the Object that explains itself, and you are bound to end in explaining it away. It ceases to exist, its place being taken by a parcel of concepts, a string of symbols, a form of words, and you find yourself contemplating, not the thing, but your theory of the thing.
 * L. P. Jacks, The Usurpation Of Language (1910)

 * 1920s

 * Der theoretisch arbeitende Naturforscher ist nicht zu beneiden denn die Nature oder genauer gesagt: das Experiment, ist eine unerbittliche und wenig freundliche Richterin seiner Arbeit. (Theorists in science are unenviable because nature — or, more precisely, experiment — is a relentless and unfriendly judge of their theories.)
 * Albert Einstein,

 * I firmly believe people have hitherto been a great deal too much taken up about doctrine and far too little about practice. The word doctrine, as used in the Bible, means teaching of duty, not theory. I preached a sermon about this. We are far too anxious to be definite and to have finished, well-polished, sharp-edged systems — forgetting that the more perfect a theory about the infinite, the surer it is to be wrong, the more impossible it is to be right.
 * George MacDonald, in a letter to his father, quoted in George MacDonald and His Wife (1924) by Greville MacDonald

 * 1930s

 * The successful development of science requires a proper balance between the method of building up from observations and the method of deducing by pure reasoning from speculative assumptions...
 * Paul Dirac, “Physical Science and Philosophy”, Nature (1937) Vol. 139, p. 1001.

 * When an active individual of sound common sense perceives the sordid state of the world, desire to change it becomes the guiding principle by which he organizes given facts and shapes them into a theory. The methods and categories as well as the transformation of the theory can be understood only in connection with his taking of sides. This, in turn, discloses both his sound common sense and the character of the world. Right thinking depends as much on right willing as right willing on right thinking.
 * Max Horkheimer, "The Latest Attack on Metaphysics" (1937), as published in Critical Theory: Selected Essays (1982)

 * 1940s
 * Conservatives feel instinctively that it is new ideas more than anything else that cause change. But, from its point of view rightly, conservatism fears new ideas because it has no distinctive principles of its own to oppose them; and, by its distrust of theory and its lack of imagination concerning anything except that which experience has already proved, it deprives itself of the weapons needed in the struggle of ideas. Unlike liberalism, with its fundamental belief in the long-range power of ideas, conservatism is bound by the stock of ideas inherited at a given time. And since it does not really believe in the power of argument, its last resort is generally a claim to superior wisdom, based on some self-arrogated superior quality.
 * Friedrich Hayek (1948) Individualism and Economic Order

 * A theory is the more impressive the greater the simplicity of its premises is, the more different kinds of things it relates, and the more extended its area of applicability.
 * Albert Einstein, "Autobiographical Notes," in Albert Einstein: Philosopher-Scientist, P. Schlipp, ed. (Cambridge University Press, London: 1949), p. 33

20th century, second part

 * 1960s
 * The final test of a theory is its capacity to solve the problems which originated it.
 * George Dantzig (1963) Linear Programming and Extensions, Princeton University Press, p. vii.

 * 1970s

 * A theory (though it may guide us in reaching them) does not produce the treasures the world holds. And the treasures themselves occasionally dazzle our attention; for we are not so wealthy that we may regard them as irrelevant. But a theory is more. It is an ordering of experience that both makes experience meaningful and is a pleasure to regard in its own right.
 * Leon Cooper,

 * There may thus well exist better "scientific" evidence for a false theory, which will be accepted because it is more "scientific", than for a valid explanation, which is rejected because there is no sufficient quantitative evidence for it.
 * Friedrich Hayek, Nobel Prize lecture, December 11, 1974

 * No single theory ever agrees with all the facts in its domain.
 * Paul Feyerabend, Against Method (1975) p. 33

 * How can we possibly test, or improve upon the truth of a theory if it is built in such a manner then any conceivable event can be described, and explained, in terms of its principles? The only way of investigating such all-embracing principles would be to compare them with a different set of equally all embracing principles- but this procedure has been excluded from the very beginning.
 * Paul Feyerabend, Against Method (1975) pp. 44-45

 * Experience arises together with theoretical assumptions not before them, and an experience without theory is just as incomprehensible as is (allegedly) a theory without experience.
 * Paul Feyerabend, Against Method (1975) p. 151.

 * Not only are facts and theories in constant disharmony, they are never as neatly separated as everyone makes them out to be.
 * Paul Feyerabend, Against Method (1975) p. 66

 * 1980s

 * Facts and theories are different things, not rungs in a hierarchy of increasing certainty. Facts are the world's data. Theories are structures of ideas that explain and interpret facts. Facts do not go away while scientists debate rival theories for explaining them.
 * Stephen Jay Gould "Evolution as Fact and Theory", pp. 254–55, originally appeared in Discover Magazine, May 1981.

 * When a theory is transformed into an ideology, it begins to destroy the self and self-knowledge. Originally born of feeling, it pretends to float above and around feeling. Above sensation. It organizes experience according to itself, without touching experience. By virtue of being itself, it is supposed to know. To invoke the name of this ideology is to confer truthfulness. No one can tell it anything new. Experience ceases to surprise it, inform it, transform it. It is annoyed by any detail which does not fit into its world view. Begun as a cry against the denial of truth, now it denies any truth which does not fit into its scheme. Begun as a way to restore one's sense of reality, now it attempts to discipline real people, to remake natural beings after its own image. All that it fails to explain it records as its enemy. Begun as a theory of liberation, it is threatened by new theories of liberation; it builds a prison for the mind.
 * Susan Griffin, The Way of All Ideology, Vol. 7, No. 3, Feminist Theory (Spring, 1982), pp. 641-660. Published by: The.

 * Quantum mechanics is not itself a dynamical theory. It is an empty stage. You have to add the actors: You have to specify the space of configurations, an infinite-dimensional complex space, and the dynamical rules for how the state vector rotates in this space as time passes.
 * Steven Weinberg, Towards the Final Laws of Physics: The 1986 Memorial Lectures, published in Elementary Particles and the Laws of Physics: The 1986 Dirac Memorial Lectures, 1987, Cambridge University Press; 1999 pbk reprint, p. 72

 * Theory no longer is theoretical when it loses sight of its own conditional nature, takes no risk in speculation, and circulates as a form of administrative inquisition. Theory oppresses, when it wills or perpetuates existing power relations, when it presents itself as a means to exert authority—the Voice of Knowledge.
 * Trinh T. Minh-ha,

 * 1990s

 * Great theories are expansive; failures mire us in dogmatism and tunnel vision.
 * Stephen Jay Gould, Eight Little Piggies (1993), "More Light on Leaves".

 * It has been said, and wisely said, that every successful physical theory swallows its predecessors whole.
 * Sidney Coleman, Quantum Mechanics in Your Face (1994) - YouTube, a lecture given by Sidney Coleman at the New England sectional meeting of the American Physical Society (Apr. 9, 1994), YouTube, 1 January 2015, quote at 35:52 of 1:07:59

Theory-free science makes about as much sense as value-free politics. Both... are oxymoronic. All thinking about the natural world must be informed by theory... The old... theories may have been wrong, but they were as persuasive (and restrictive) in the structuring of knowledge as any more accurate and later system... [W]e cannot collect information without a theory to organize our searches and observations. ...[T]heory is always, and must be, colored by social and psychological biases of surrounding culture; we have no access to utterly objective observation or universally unambiguous logic.
 * [T]wo aspects of this older positivist view... lack validity and impede understanding: ...the notion of a timeless based on rigorously objective observation and logic, and ...that earlier systems were either theory-free or theory-poor because explanation can only follow accurate description.
 * Stephen Jay Gould, "The First Unmasking of Nature", Dinosaur in a Haystack: Reflections in Natural History (1995)

 * During the period that began with classical Greece and ended with late pagan antiquity, philosophy was more than merely a theoretical discipline. Even when Aristotle identified philosophy with "theory," his purpose is to argue ... that a life of theoretical activity, the life of philosophy, was the best life that human beings could lead.
 * Alexander Nehamas, The Art of Living (1998)

21th century

 * A scientific theory is a concise and coherent set of concepts, claims, and laws (frequently expressed mathematically) that can be used to precisely and accurately explain and predict natural phenomena. A theory should include a mechanism that explains how its concepts, claims, and laws arise from lower-level theories.
 * Mordechai Ben-Ari, Just a Theory: Exploring the Nature of Science (2005), Chapter 2

 * In theory, there is no difference between theory and practice. But, in practice, there is.
 * Attributed to Jan L. A. van de Snepscheut in: Doug Rosenberg and Matt Stephens (2007) Use Case Driven Object Modeling with UMLTheory and Practice p. xxvii; Quote is also cited without attribution in Doug Rosenberg and Kendall Scott (2001) Applying Use Case Driven Object Modeling With UML, p. 1

 * The ultimate goal of science is to understand the natural world in terms of scientific theories, which are concepts that join together well-supported and related hypotheses. In ordinary speech, the word theory refers to a speculative idea. In contrast, a scientific theory is supported by a broad range of observations, experiments, and data often from a variety of disciplines.
 * Sylvia S. Mader, Biology (10th ed., 2010), Ch. 1. A View of Life

 * Once data are ruled out as arbiters among theories, those theories become pointless, just another clever intellectual game.
 * Massimo Pigliucci, On The Problem of Consciousness, Panpsychism & More February 11, 2020

 * Theory is important: it shapes our society, whether or not we engage with it intellectually.
 * Shon Faye, Chapter Seven

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Nightwish

Nightwish is a symphonic metal band from Kitee, Finland. Early on, their lyrical themes predominantly dealt with mythological and fantasy themes. Though these themes are still occasionally used, lyricist Tuomas Holopainen has used more personal lyrics on recent albums, dealing with sexuality, loneliness and childhood, as well as the split with former singer Tarja Turunen.

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 * The only true love I ever knew was behind those downcast eyes. The only comfort I ever felt was during those long hours of loneliness when I felt for you. I do believe only Innocence can save the world.
 * From the album booklet of the 2002 album Century Child.

Song lyrics

All lyrics written by Tuomas Holopainen.

Angels Fall First (1997)

 * In the sheltering shade of the forest Calling calming silence Accompanied only by the full moon The howling of a night wolf And the path under my bare feet... ...The Elvenpath
 * Elvenpath

 * The moon witch took me to a ride on a broomstick Introduced me to her old friend Home Gnome Told me to keep the sauna warm for him
 * Elvenpath

 * Your trembling paw in my hand Dreaming of that northern land Touching me with a kiss of a beast
 * Beauty and the Beast

 * Love me before the last petal falls.
 * Beauty and the Beast

 * However cruel the mirrors of sin Remember, beauty is found within
 * Beauty and the Beast

 * ...Forever shall the wolf in me desire the sheep in you...
 * Beauty and the Beast

 * Why? Was the wine of the grail Too sour for man to drink
 * The Carpenter

 * I hear you Through the symphonic voices of nature The purity I could never doubt They tell me to lie on the grass And observe my saviour The one crucified to the chirping of birds
 * The Carpenter

 * Hymn of gathering stars as my guide As I wander on this path of the night
 * Astral Romance

 * The nightwish I sent you centuries ago Has been heard by those Who dwelled in a woe
 * Astral Romance

 * Departed by the guillotine of death I received a letter from the depth The dream of my lover it carried inside
 * Astral Romance

 * Above the universe Beneath the Great Eye I shall desire you forevermore
 * Astral Romance

 * Bury my dreams dig up my sorrows Oh Lord why The angels fall first?
 * Angels Fall First

 * Not relieved by thoughts of Shangri-La Nor enlightened by the lessons of Christ I'll never understand the meaning of the right Ignorance lead me into the light
 * Angels Fall First

 * Sacrifice me Tutankhamen And let me be your queen Take me Tonight and always We'll breed to fill all earth
 * Tutankhamen

 * Old love lies deep you said Deeper shall be the wound between your legs
 * Nymphomaniac Fantasia

 * Know why the nightingale sings Is the answer to everything
 * Know Why the Nightingale Sings

 * Dismal are the mirrors of a wolf
 * Lappi (Lapland)

 * Seadrops foam all empty human skulls Those on the shores of Atlantis Darwin's resurrection is witnessed By turtles he used to play with
 * A Return to the Sea

Oceanborn (1998)

 * Oracle of the Delphian Domine Witness of Adam's frailty Seer of the master prophecy The stellar world her betrothed
 * Stargazers

 * Enchantment has but one truth: I weep to have what I fear to lose
 * Gethsemane

 * I knew you never before I see you never more But the love the pain the hope O beautiful one Have made you mine 'till all my years are done
 * Gethsemane

 * Without you The poetry within me is dead
 * Gethsemane

 * Hail the Oceanborn!
 * Devil and the Deep Dark Ocean

 * Disgraced is my virginity Death has woven my wedding dress Oh Great Blue breathe the morning dew For you are the cradle of the image of god
 * Devil and the Deep Dark Ocean

 * From cradle to coffin Shall my wickedness be your passion
 * Devil and the Deep Dark Ocean

 * We shall come to set the dolphins free We shall wash the darkened bloodred sea Our songs will echo over the mountains and seas The eternity will begin once again in peace
 * Devil and the Deep Dark Ocean

 * I want to hunt with the tameless heart I want to learn the wisdom of mountains afar We will honor the angel in the snow We will make the streams for our children flow
 * Sacrament of Wilderness

 * A sight so cursed Breasts which never nursed
 * Passion and the Opera

 * An Aphrodite for mortal souls Playing hide and seek in lecherous roles Their erotic hour my tearless weep Their satisfaction my infinite sleep
 * Passion and the Opera

 * In my world Love is for poets Never the famous balcony scene
 * Swanheart

 * Crystal pond awaits the lorn Tonight another morn for the lonely one is born
 * Swanheart

 * You think you dwell in wisdoms sea Still sweet ignorance is the key To a poet's paradise Challenge the Riddler and you will see...
 * The Riddler

 * For nature hates virginity I wish to be touched Not by the hands of where's and why's But by the Oceans' minds
 * The Riddler

 * The Unicorn arrives with the westwind to dream His funeral "Thou art born for Horus dwells in Thee" Slumbering with the ebb and the flow of this foaming tomb "Thou art born for Seteh dwells in Thee"
 * The Pharaoh Sails to Orion

 * Open thy veins for my venom Kiss the cobras with thy twisted tongue So shalt thou join the empyrean circus Where beggars mourn and seraphs dance In this twilight cathedral Shall I wed thee, O Bride of the Netherworld
 * The Pharaoh Sails to Orion

 * Join my soul the Hunter in the sky
 * The Pharaoh Sails to Orion

 * I wish for this night-time to last for a lifetime The darkness around me Shores of a solar sea Oh how I wish to go down with the sun Sleeping Weeping With you
 * Sleeping Sun

 * Sorrow has a human heart From my god it will depart I'd sail before a thousand moons Never finding where to go
 * Sleeping Sun

 * Patriotic to the promised land of never-waking dream.
 * Nightquest
 * The dreams remain – they only break.
 * Nightquest
 * First ones to walk this path of night Lady in black lady in white Followed by legions of night-time wanderers Guardians of the halls of heart When we from my homeland depart To challenge the gods of emptiness May the quest begin!
 * Nightquest

Wishmaster (2000)

 * Take heed, dear heart Once apart, she can touch nor me nor you Dressed as one A wolf will betray a lamb
 * She Is My Sin

 * I am the Fallen You are what my sins enclose Lust is not as creative As its discovery
 * She Is My Sin

 * God I must confess... ...I do envy the sinners
 * She Is My Sin

 * Need to understand No need to forgive No truth no sense left to be followed
 * The Kinslayer

 * Facing this unbearable fear like meeting an old friend
 * The Kinslayer

 * In this world of a million religions everyone prays the same way
 * The Kinslayer

 * Dry the rain from my beaten face Drink the wine the red sweet taste of mine
 * Come Cover Me

 * For me For you Time devours passion`s beauty With me With you In war for the love of you (Tonight any dream will do)
 * Come Cover Me

 * I want to find The Secret Path A bird delivered into my heart
 * Wanderlust

 * Drown into my eyes and see the wanderer See the mirrors of a wolf behold the pathfinder
 * Wanderlust

 * Now let us lie Sad we lived sad we die Even in your pride I never blamed you
 * Two For Tragedy

 * A dreamy-eyed child staring into night On a journey to storyteller`s mind Whispers a wish speaks with the stars the words are silent in him
 * Wishmaster

 * To august realms, the sorcery within If you hear the call of arcane lore, Your world shall rest on Earth no more
 * Wishmaster

 * Just a child without a fairytale am I Dark but so lovely A Little Match Girl freezing in the snow
 * Bare Grace Misery

 * Roaming on razor-sharp castles Ruling all but myself (Now my night is laid to sleep)
 * Crownless

 * The age will say "This poet lies" Heaven never touched earthly face The age will say "This night was ours" Blessed with the Deep The Silent the Complete
 * Deep Silent Complete

 * Sing what you can`t say Forget what you can`t play
 * Dead Boy's Poem

 * Wrote for the eclipse, wrote for the virgin Died for the beauty the one in the garden Created a kingdom, reached for the wisdom Failed in becoming a god
 * Dead Boy's Poem

 * If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it Remember only the verse, songmaker`s cry, the one without tears For I`ve given this its strength and it has become my only strength. Comforting home, mother`s lap, chance for immortality Where being wanted became a thrill I never knew The sweet piano writing down my life
 * Dead Boy's Poem

 * A lonely soul... An ocean soul...
 * Dead Boy's Poem

 * Wish upon a star No matter who you are The second star to the right
 * FantasMic

Century Child (2002)

 * I was born amidst the purple waterfalls. I was weak, yet not unblessed. Dead to the world. Alive for the journey. One night I dreamt a white rose withering, a newborn drowning a lifetime loneliness. I dreamt all my future. Relived my past. I witnessed the beauty of the beast
 * Bless the Child

 * There's a poison drop in this cup of Man To drink it is to follow the left hand path
 * Bless the Child

 * Time pays us but with earth & dust, and a dark, silent grave. Remember, my child: Without innocence the cross is only iron, hope is only an illusion & Ocean Soul's nothing but a name... The Child bless thee & keep thee forever
 * Bless the Child

 * It is the end of all hope To lose the child, the faith To end all the innocence To be someone like me This is the birth of all hope To have what I once had This life unforgiven It will end with a birth
 * End of All Hope

 * Angels, they fell first but I'm still here
 * End of All Hope

 * Mandylion without a face Deathwish without a prayer End of hope End of love End of time The rest is silence
 * End of All Hope

 * It's not the monsters under your bed It is the Man next door That makes you fear, makes you cry, Makes you cry for the child
 * Dead to the World

 * I don't want to die a scarless man A lonely soul
 * Dead to the World

 * I studied silence to learn the music I joined the sinful to regain innocence
 * Dead to the World

 * As he died, he will return to die in me again Weaving the cloth, giving birth to the Century Child Who gave his life not for the world but for me Innocence reborn once more
 * Dead to the World

 * Ever felt away with me Just once that all I need Entwined in finding you one day Ever felt away without me My love, it lies so deep Ever dream of me
 * Ever Dream

 * Would you do it with me Heal the scars and change the stars
 * Ever Dream

 * Come out, come out wherever you are So lost in your sea Give in, give in for my touch For my taste for my lust
 * Ever Dream

 * Put a stake through my heart! And drag me into sunlight So awake for your greed As you're slaying the dreamer
 * Slaying the Dreamer

 * Wake up, mow the weed You'd be nothing without me Take my life if you have the heart to die
 * Slaying the Dreamer

 * Whatever walks in my heart will walk alone
 * Forever Yours

 * Crying for me was never worth a tear My lonely soul is only filled with fear
 * Ocean Soul

 * Losing emotion Finding devotion Should I dress in white and search the sea As I always wished to be - one with the waves Ocean Soul
 * Ocean Soul

 * I only wished to become something beautiful Through my music, through my silent devotion
 * Ocean Soul

 * All of my songs can only be composed of the greatest of pains Every single verse can only be born of the greatest of wishes
 * Beauty of the Beast

 * Sanest choice in the insane world: Beware the beast but enjoy the feast he offers
 * Beauty of the Beast

 * Oh, sweet Christabel. Share with me your poem. For I know now, I'm a puppet on this silent stage show. I'm but a poet who failed his best play. A Dead Boy, who failed to write an ending To each of his poems.
 * Beauty of the Beast

 * Feeling lonely and content at the same time, I believe, is a rare kind of happiness
 * Lagoon

Once (2004)

 * Once I had a dream And this is it
 * Dark Chest of Wonders

 * Once I knew all the tales It's time to turn back time Follow the pale moonlight
 * Dark Chest of Wonders

 * Fly to a dream Far across the sea All the burdens gone Open the chest once more
 * Dark Chest of Wonders

 * Old loves they die hard Old lies they die harder
 * Wish I Had an Angel

 * Last dance, first kiss Your touch my bliss Beauty always comes with dark thoughts
 * Wish I Had an Angel

 * This is me for forever One of the lost ones The one without a name Without an honest heart as compass
 * Nemo

 * Oh how I wish For soothing rain All I wish is to dream again My loving heart Lost in the dark For hope I`d give my everything
 * Nemo

 * My flower, withered between The pages 2 and 3 The once and forever bloom gone with my sins
 * Nemo

 * The 1st rock thrown again Welcome to hell, little Saint Mother Gaia in slaughter Welcome to paradise, Soldier
 * Planet Hell

 * You fool, you wanderer You challenged the gods and lost
 * Planet Hell

 * Save yourself a penny for the ferryman Save yourself and let them suffer In hope In love This world ain't ready for The Ark Mankind works in mysterious ways
 * Planet Hell

 * Our souls will join again the wild Our home in peace 'n war 'n death
 * Creek Mary's Blood

 * I still dream every night Of them wolves, them mustangs, those endless prairies The restless winds over mountaintops The unspoilt frontier of my kith 'n kin The hallowed land of the Great Spirit I still believe In every night In every day I am like the caribou And you like the wolves that make me stronger We never owed you anything Our only debt is one life for our Mother It was a good day to chant this song For Her Our spirit was here long before you Long before us And long will it be after your pride brings you to your end
 * Creek Mary's Blood

 * All the tales are told All the orchids gone Lost in my own world Now I care for dead gardens
 * Dead Gardens

 * My song is little worth anymore Time to lay this weary pen aside
 * Dead Gardens

 * Where are the wolves, the underwater moon The elvenpath, the haven of youth Lagoons of the starlit sea Have I felt enough for one man's deed? Or is it time to challenge the Ancient of Days And let the virgin conceive
 * Dead Gardens

 * Romanticide Till love do me part
 * Romanticide

 * See me ruined by my own creations
 * Romanticide

 * Take me Cure me Kill me Bring me home Every way Every day Just another loop in the hangman's noose
 * Ghost Love Score

 * Redeem me into childhood Show me myself without the shell
 * Ghost Love Score

 * My fall will be for you My love will be in you You were the one to cut me So I'll bleed forever
 * Ghost Love Score

 * Passiontide An angel by my side But no Christ to end this war To deliver my soul from the sword Hope has shown me a scenery Paradise poetry With first snow I`ll be gone
 * Higher Than Hope

 * The hopes were high The choirs were vast Now my dreams are left to live through you
 * Higher Than Hope

 * Your death saved me
 * Higher Than Hope

Dark Passion Play (2007)

 * Forgive me I have but two faces One for the world One for God Save me
 * The Poet and the Pendulum

 * Everyone must bury their own No pack to bury the heart of stone Now he's home in hell, serves him well Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell
 * The Poet and the Pendulum

 * The morning dawned, upon his altar Remains of the dark passion play Performed by his friends without shame Spitting on his grave as they came
 * The Poet and the Pendulum

 * Today, in the year of our Lord 2005, Tuomas was called from the cares of the world. He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day. The music he wrote had too long been without silence. He was found naked and dead, With a smile in his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text.
 * The Poet and the Pendulum

 * Be still, my son You're home Oh when did you become so cold?
 * The Poet and the Pendulum

 * Search for beauty, find your shore Try to save them all, bleed no more You have such oceans within In the end I will always love you
 * The Poet and the Pendulum

 * Did you ever hear what I told you Did you ever read what I wrote you Did you ever listen to what we played Did you ever let in what the world said Did we get this far just to feel your hate Did we play to become only pawns in the game
 * Bye Bye Beautiful

 * ...How blind can you be, don't you see... ...that the gambler lost all he does not have...
 * Bye Bye Beautiful

 * Caress the one the never-fading rain in your heart the tears of snow-white sorrow Caress the one the hiding amaranth in a land of the daybreak
 * Amaranth

 * Who the hell are you to tell me What to do, why to do, why bother Leech in a mask of virtue Such waste, to ever think of you again
 * Master Passion Greed

 * Time for one more daring dream
 * Eva

 * Heaven today is but a way To a place I once called home
 * For the Heart I Once Had

 * Once my heart beat to the rhythm of the falling snow Blackened below, the river now flows A stream of molten virgin snow
 * For the Heart I Once Had

 * I'll believe and foresee Everything I could ever be
 * For the Heart I Once Had

 * The wolves, my love, will come Taking us home where dust once was a man
 * 7 Days to the Wolves

 * This is my church of choice Love's strength standeth in love's sacrifice
 * 7 Days to the Wolves

 * This is Where heroes And cowards Part ways
 * 7 Days to the Wolves

 * Take the road less traveled by Leave the city of fools Turn every poet loose
 * 7 Days to the Wolves

 * A nightingale in a golden cage That's me locked inside reality's maze Come someone make my heavy heart light Come undone bring me back to life It all starts with a lullaby
 * Escapist

Imaginaerum (2011)

 * I am the voice of Never-Never-Land The innocence, the dreams of every man I am the empty crib of Peter Pan
 * Storytime

 * Imaginarium A dream emporium Caress the tales And they will dream you real
 * Storytime

 * He will go down he will drown drown, deeper down The river wild will take your only child He will go down he will drown drown deeper down The mills grind slow in a riverbed ghost town He will go down he will drown drown, deeper down If you want me, then do come across
 * Ghost River

 * The bride will lure you, cook you, eat you Your dear innocence boiled to feed the evil in need of fear Burning farms and squealing pigs A pool of snakes to swim with, oh sweet poison bite me bite me
 * Scaretale

 * Ladies and gentlemen Be heartlessly welcome! To Cirque De Morgue And what a show we have for you tonight!
 * Scaretale

 * Every little memory resting calm in me Resting in a dream Smiling back at me The faces of the past keep calling me to come back home To caress the river with awe
 * Rest Calm

 * Don`t give me love Don`t give me faith Wisdom nor pride Give innocence instead Don`t give me love I`ve had my share Beauty nor rest Give me truth instead
 * The Crow, the Owl and the Dove

 * What`s God if not the spark that started life
 * Last Ride of the Day

 * Riding the day, every day into sunset Finding the way back home
 * Last Ride of the Day

 * Once upon a night we`ll wake to the carnival of life The beauty of this ride ahead such an incredible high It`s hard to light a candle, easy to curse the dark instead This moment the dawn of humanity The last ride of the day
 * Last Ride of the Day

 * Wake up, Dead Boy Enter adventureland
 * Last Ride of the Day

 * The nightingale is still locked in the cage
 * Song of Myself

 * A song of me a song in need Of a courageous symphony A verse of me a verse in need Of a pure-heart singing me to peace
 * Song of Myself

 * All that great heart lying still and slowly dying All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
 * Song of Myself

 * An obese girl enters an elevator with me. All dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck. Terribly sweet perfume deafens me. She`s going to dinner alone. That makes her even more beautiful.
 * Song of Myself

 * How can you "just be yourself" when you don`t know who you are? Stop saying "I know how you feel" How could anyone know how another feels? Who am I to judge a priest, beggar, whore, politician, wrongdoer? I am, you are, all of them already
 * Song of Myself

 * Dear child, stop working, go play Forget every rule There`s no fear in a dream
 * Song of Myself

 * And there forever remains that change from G to Em
 * Song of Myself

Endless Forms Most Beautiful (2015)

 * Awake, oceanborn Behold this force Bring the outside in Explode the self to epiphany
 * Shudder Before the Beautiful

 * The music of this awe Deep silence between the notes Deafens me with endless love This vagrant Island Earth A pilgrim shining bright We are shuddering before the beautiful Before the plentiful We, the voyagers
 * Shudder Before the Beautiful

 * Your only truth Tribal poetry Witchcraft filling your void Lust for fantasy Male necrocracy Every child worthy of a better tale
 * Weak Fantasy

 * From words into war of the worlds This one we forsake with scorn From lies the strength of our love Mother's milk laced with poison for this newborn
 * Weak Fantasy

 * Come Taste the wine Race the blind They will guide you from the light Writing noughts till the end of time Come Surf the clouds Race the dark It feeds from the runs undone Meet me where the cliff greets the sea
 * Élan

 * Riding hard every shooting star Come to life, open mind, have a laugh at the orthodox Come, drink deep let the dam of mind seep Travel with great élan, dance a jig at the funeral
 * Élan

 * Stop! Life is now, still all for you Turn from the hate, turn from the smoke I see the parchment of your soul The notes, the song Join your voice
 * Yours Is an Empty Hope

 * Our walk has been sublime A soaring ride and gentle lead You have the heart of a true friend One day we'll meet on that shore again
 * Our Decades in the Sun

 * Weaving my wings from many-colored yarns Flying higher, higher, higher Into the wild Weaving my world into tapestry of life Its fire golden In my Walden
 * My Walden

 * Deep into the past Follow the aeon path Greet a blade of grass Every endless form most beautiful Alive, aware, in awe Before the grandeur of it all Our floating pale blue ark Of endless forms most beautiful
 * Endless Forms Most Beautiful

 * We are the Edema Ruh We know the songs the sirens sang See us dream every tale true The verse we leave with you will take you home
 * Edema Ruh

 * We were here Roaming on the endless prairie Writing an endless story Building a Walden of our own We were here Grieving the saddened faces Conquering the darkest places Time to rest now and to finish the show And become the Music, one with alpenglow
 * Alpenglow

 * We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the Devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth
 * The Greatest Show on Earth

 * Man, he took his time in the sun Had a dream to understand A single grain of sand He gave birth to poetry But one day'll cease to be Greet the last light of the library
 * The Greatest Show on Earth

 * We were here!
 * The Greatest Show on Earth

Human. :II: Nature. (2020)

 * Music Fanning the flames of a mystery Deepening the listening Losing Yourself to the endless symphony Of now Human Singing the tale of another man Have you ever heard Music It's coming, coming, coming your way The very first song
 * Music

 * Noise From a sunless world Your mirror is black, only a copy stares back At a slave of brave new world Noise To decoy the human voice Brain insomniac, paranoiac Endless noise
 * Noise

 * Here I came to be Your reach into the far On the stellar sea Cut in little stars
 * Shoemaker

 * Laudato Si Ad Astra
 * Shoemaker

 * Join the harvest of hundred fields, hearty and tame All going back to one single grain Offer light to the coming day, inspire a child Water the field, surrender to the earth Water the field, surrender to the earth Water the field, surrender to the earth
 * Harvest

 * A moment alone With unbeknown Reset the world Imagine home A primal need To touch the stars Only way there To enter
 * Pan

 * A pale beautiful theatre stage A feast of beautiful tragedy, wonderful fantasy The play is yours to write Yours to live Ready the night by a playwright
 * Pan

 * How's the heart Underneath the silence? How's the one Drowning in the mire? Let us sound a human paean Come in, the fire's warm Burn the rope and dance some more
 * How's the Heart?

 * We have been here a while At the end of Pi, as along came harvest
 * Procession

 * We will remember all the suffering We wrote this in a tongue you will understand Words and melodies with a touch of coloring We were there and will remember mankind Our kin Aeons ago
 * Procession

 * Sing the praise of your creation Bride-prices, thought crimes, blind minds The Word hides vivid monsters To bed the tribal itch
 * Tribal

 * Someone in the tomorrow Is waiting for me Someone to share the thief with Dust with a meaning Precious and rare
 * Endlessness

 * An unscarred land Unsung yarn Unborn child Await my touch, the luck of the draw Enter now Come Here is life
 * Endlessness

 * Soon, beyond the fields you've come to know You will join the silent flow Follow me, I am the spark At the end of everything Tip the reaper to ensure The blade is sharp As soon we'll go Follow me into the dark To the birth of everything
 * Endlessness

Other

 * Today I killed, he was just a boy Eight before him, I knew them all
 * 10th Man Down, from the 2001 EP Over the Hills and Far Away

 * One by one, We will fall, down
 * 10th Man Down

 * Every dream's a journey away
 * Away, from the 2001 EP Over the Hills and Far Away

 * For this gift of dream I must pay the price with the loss of life's pleasures
 * Away

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Jewish proverbs

Jewish proverbs are short expressions of popular wisdom in Jewish culture.

Quotes

 * .נפלה האבן על הקדרה, אוי לקדרה. נפלה הקדרה על האבן, אוי לקדרה
 * The stone fell on the pitcher? Woe to the pitcher. The pitcher fell on the stone? Woe to the pitcher.
 * Esther Rabbah 7:10, quoted in Lewis Browne: The Wisdom of Israel, an Anthology

 * בכל החזיתות שאנו מטילים על אחרים אנחנו מדגימים את הפוטנציאל שלנו, דרך הילדים שלנו אנחנו מגלים את המציאות שלנו. - לורנס קלמן, כדי ללבות עמ 'נשמה
 * In the facades we put on for others we demonstrate our potential; through our children we reveal our reality.
 * Lawrence Kelemen, To Kindle A Soul, p. 195

 * When a poor man eats a chicken, one of them is sick.
 * Quoted in Forbes Magazine vol.146 (1990), p.182 as a Yiddish proverb. (It was also used in Fiddler on the Roof.)

 * If you steal from a thief, you also have a taste of it.
 * Just because someone steals, you have no right to rob them.
 * Talmud Bavli, Berakoth, 5b

Ethics of the Fathers

 * Rabbi Levitas of Yavneh said: Be exceedingly humble in spirit, for the hope of earthly man is but decay.

 * Let your home be a meeting place for the wise; dust yourself in the soil of their feet, and drink thirstily of their words. -Yossei ben Yoezer
 * Ethics Of The Fathers

• I am who I am.
 * Love work, loath mastery over others, and avoid intimacy with the government. -Shmaayah
 * "Every great man of business has got somewhere a touch of the idealist in him."
 * Woodrow Wilson (1972) The papers of Woodrow Wilson. Vol 14. p. 244.
 * Ethics Of The Fathers
 * Who is wise? He who learns from all men -Ben Zoma
 * Ethics Of The Fathers

 * על דאטפת אטפוך וסוף מטיפייך - יטופון (Mishnah Avot 2,7)
 * 'Al d'ateft atfu'kh, v'sof m'tifaikh ytufun
 * Translation: Because you have drowned others, you were drowned — and in the end, those who drowned you will be drowned.
 * Meaning: Sins shall be punished, but people are not allowed to take the law into their own hands.

"Ancient Jewish Proverbs", Abraham Cohen, 1980

 * Youth is a crown of roses, old age a crown of willows.
 * Youth is a light burden, old age a heavy one.
 * Talmud Bavli, Shabbat, 152a

 * In old men there is no taste, in young no insight.
 * The old lack enthusiasm, the young lack shrewdness.
 * Talmud Bavli, Shabbat, 89b

 * I do not want a shoe larger than my foot.
 * I do not want a husband of higher rank than my own.
 * Talmud Bavli, Kiddushin, 49a

"Dictionary of 1000 Jewish Proverbs", David C. Gross, 1997

 * Don't boast of tomorrow, for you know not what a day will bring.

 * Whoever seeks cake loses his bread.

 * Whoever argues for the sake of argument is a boor.

 * Any home not built for hot days or rains is not a home.

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Talk:Yiddish proverbs

Arnie 13:48, 10 August 2006 (UTC)

The text labeled as "original Yiddish" is actually German. This is not surprising since they were taken from a book written in German about Yiddish proverbs.

In actual Yiddish (transliterated), they would be:

Vos lenger a blinder lebt, alts mer zet er.

Got hot geshafn a velt ful mit kleyne veltelakh.

Why the move? One of the quotes ("Istra balagina") is in Aramaic, not Yiddish, while it is from Jewish scripture. MosheZadka 21:16, 21 May 2005 (UTC)
 * Seemed more appropriate according to the bibliography of the article... In principle it'd be good to have 3 separate articles for Jewish/Yiddish/Aramaic, there's no reason to merge either one with the other... e.g. if we merge Jewish with Aramaic, then we might as well merge the Arabic proverbs into the same page too... Are you sure that "Istra balagina" is not in Yiddish too? I'm not really familiar with Yiddish and Aramaic... If so, perhaps you could split this page so to create the framework for Yiddish and Aramaic pages? Thanks... Sams 22:31, 21 May 2005 (UTC)

 * Yes, I'm sure. Just to make sure, I asked my dad: it's from the Talmud, which the ashkenazy have not managed to mutilate yet :) I'm going to move that quote into Aramaic proverbs MosheZadka 05:12, 22 May 2005 (UTC)

 * Thanks... perhaps you'd also be willing to add some additional Aramaic proverbs, in order to prevent a scenario where a near empty page would be a candidate for deletion... I'll also create a Jewish proverbs page for completion's sake, though my contributions aren't focused on proverbs for now. Anyway, we did our part by providing appropriate pages that'd be a correct framework, wiki is a collective effort, so hopefully others would contribute to these pages... Sams 16:49, 22 May 2005 (UTC)

 * There must be loads of them. I'd like to add the one from Pirkei avot about the skull...but I'd have to find it first. MosheZadka 18:26, 22 May 2005 (UTC)

History of merge
Merged from Jewish/Yiddish proverbs

* (cur) (last) 07:20, 1 June 2005 Rmhermen * (cur) (last) 02:10, 1 June 2005 24.91.249.184 (I made the page from scratch.)

~ MosheZadka (Talk) 18:32, 13 August 2005 (UTC)

Mentsch tracht, un Gott lacht...

- is this actually transliterated properly? Shouldn't it be Mensch tracht, un Gott lacht ?

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Tom Hurndall

Thomas "Tom" Hurndall (November 29, 1981–January 13, 2004) was a British photography student, a volunteer for the International Solidarity Movement (ISM), and an activist against the Israeli occupation of the Palestinian territories. On 11 April 2003, he was shot in the head in the Gaza Strip by an Israel Defense Forces (IDF) sniper, Taysir Hayb. Hurndall was left in a coma and died nine months later.

Quotes

 * What do I want from this life? What makes you happy is not enough. All the things that satisfy our instincts only satisfy the animal in us. I want to be proud of myself. I want more. I want to look up to myself and when I die, I want to smile because of the things I have done, not cry for the things I haven't done.
 * Diary, (November 2001) Memorial Address by Jocelyn Hurndall (PDF)

title: Tom Hurndall