Our Latest Quote
Quote of the Day, 11/21/08“Among the attributes of God, although they are all equal, mercy shines with even more brilliancy than justice.” — M. de Cervantes
The Last Twenty
- Quote of the Day, 11/21/08
- Quote of the Day, 11/19/08
- Quote of the Day, 11/17/08
- Quote of the Day, 11/14/08
- Quote-Joke Hybrid of the Day, 11/12/08
- Poem of the Day, 11/11/08
- Quote of the Day, 11/10/08
- Quote of the Day, 11/7/08
- Quote of the Day, 11/5/08
- Quote of the Day, 11/3/08
- Quote of the Day, 10/31/08
- Quote of the Day, 10/29/08
- Quote of the Day, 10/27/08
- Quote of the Day, 10/24/08
- Quote of the Day, 10/22/08
- Quote of the Day, 10/20/08
- Quote of the Day, 10/16/08
- Quote of the Day, 10/14/08
- Quote of the Day, 10/10/08
- Quote of the Day, 10/8/08
Read them all!
Previous Five Quotes
Quote of the Day, 11/19/08“The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood.” — J. Burroughs
Quote of the Day, 11/17/08
“A person who can’t pay gets another person who can’t pay to guarantee that he can pay. Like a person with two wooden legs getting another person with two wooden legs to guarantee that he has got two natural legs. It don’t make either of them able to do a walking-match.” — C. Dickens
Quote of the Day, 11/14/08
“There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart’s desire. The other is to gain it.” — G.B. Shaw
Quote-Joke Hybrid of the Day, 11/12/08
J. Montagu (Earl of Sandwich) — “Egad, sir, I do not know whether you will die on the gallows or of the pox.”
J. Wilkes — “That will depend, my Lord, on whether I embrace your principles or your mistress.”
Poem of the Day, 11/11/08
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly.
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.






