There are, it is true, at present no great prizes in literature such as are offered by the learned professions, but there are quite as many small ones - competences; while, on the other hand, it is not so much of a lottery.
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Literature, the most seductive, the most deceiving, the most dangerous of professions.
quote by John Morley
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Of course the illusion of art is to make one believe that great literature is very close to life, but exactly the opposite is true. Life is amorphous, literature is formal.
quote by Francoise Sagan
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Great literature, past or present, is the expression of great knowledge of the human heart; great art is the expression of a solution of the conflict between the demands of the world without and that within.
quote by Edith Hamilton
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Eternity Finds To Us Its Own True Way (Strambotto Siciliano)
With the going of time everything great
falls to disrepair and then starts to decay,
as the effect of destiny cannot wait,
even when the sun welcomes a new day
for some old things it's already far too late,
some small pain is present even when we play
but when your golden eyes true love indicate
eternity finds to us its own true way.
poem by Gert Strydom
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May this plain statement of facts prevail on the friends of the rising generation to interpose for their welfare; that the education of children may no longer be to parent and master a lottery, in which the prizes bear no proportion to the enormous number of blanks.
quote by Joseph Lancaster
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Depend upon it, after all, Thomas, Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man. For my own part, there is no seducing me from the path.
Edgar Allan Poe in from a letter to Frederick W. Thomas, February 14, 1849
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Copyright 2011
it has been hanging for too many days
whose hand clocked hours slapped the face of earth
the pieces got the prizes
the prizes sliced the honours
titles untitled at the foot of fame
welcome to the brand new time
decide the decades millennium squatting
who will
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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In the same period, Polish literature also underwent some significant changes. From social-political literature, which had a great tradition and strong motivation to be that way, Polish literature changed its focus to a psychological rather than a social one.
quote by Andrzej Wajda
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Who are great men?
A true servant does not work for wages.
A great man does not do great works for fame.
Both accept what is offered aftermath.
Now great men have trusts for their ill gotten.
02.11.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When I was young my Father used to tell me that the two most worthwhile pursuits in life were the pursuit of truth and of beauty and I believe that Alfred Nobel must have felt much the same when he gave these prizes for literature and the sciences.
quote by Frederick Sanger
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Bluster Too
We live in times replete
where mere contentiousness
and peace
compete;
where the loving soul
hides
not knowing how to sing in the dark.
If the herd stampedes to some popular view
pause first
rather than follow
will blim and bluster shape the morrow?
Small things in years
will matter least.
Life is the shaping force;
the sculpting of character
where the difference is learned between
large and small matters;
let the small ones die
bury them
with a loving flower
and your hand will gain the golden touch
which plucks
and spreads
true happiness
and with it the seeds
of true peace
and incidentally
abandoned
blim
and bluster.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Oh The Poems
OH THE POEMS AND THE POEMS AND THE POEMS
Oh the poems and the poems and the poems
Oh the love of Literature
Oh all that stuff
I have given my life to-
Words and meanings and feelings
Pages and pages and pages –
What it is all this literary life for?
When out the window out the door
With our eyes we see in an instant other worlds other dreams?
I don’t know and I will never know
And Literature is certainly far more than I can say it is-
Oh the poems and this poem and this day turning grey
And all my life old and old and more old and more old-
Oh why oh why oh why
And always back to God
My last rescue and refuge and escape
I who have read so much Great Literature
And can only write this-
Oh the why and the oh oh oh and the words
And the whole world of Literature
I would belong to and do not.
Oh the words oh the world oh the Literature
Oh God help me please can’t you please help me a little or not?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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First Year University Expereinces
I learned why it is not wise to skip class often
I learned that skipping homework in university is not the same as skipping homework in high school
I learned what it feels like to be awake for over 2 days
I learned how to smoke pot from a bong
I learned how to compose an essay the day before it's due
I learned that the Freshman 15 is no joke
I learned how to do laundry
I learned to pretend to be happy
I learned to multitask
I learned to be more sociable
I learned why my parents and teachers warned me about the difficulty of university
I learned that failing is expensive
I learned small things, like freshly washed bed sheets, make me happy
I learned to lie
I learned how expensive alcohol is
I learned what it feels like to be a failure
I type this rant while skipping my business ethics class as I further delay the composition of my psychology term paper
poem by Michelle Cow
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Great literature must spring from an upheaval in the author's soul. If that upheaval is not present then it must come from the works of any other author which happens to be handy and easily adapted.
quote by Robert Benchley
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Lost In The City of Freedom
Lost in the City of Freedom
I am as small as a thumb
My FAITH is as meager
as my pointer finger
But LOVE is great
And my middle finger is that great lover
Ring finger is the HOPE which
competes with love
Pinky finger of what I know is
Art, music and literature
is what I only have.
And sometimes it burdens me as a thumb
Each finger crawls its steps in the blinding sunlight
Dreams are all that is floating in my palm
The hand is lost in the City of Freedom
Though it just feels good and right
to be lost
in the City of Freedom.
poem by Mary Jesusa Villegas
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Uncertain Is A Hand To Destiny
uncertain is a hand to success
uncertain is a hand to lottery
uncertain is a hand to richness
uncertain is a hand to luck
uncertain is a hand to certainty of impermanence
wow! life is a bridge to uncertainty to oneness(+ and -)
New Opportunities Will Soon Be Offered
Listen up everyone.
I have great news.
As an incentive...
I've been informed...
New opportunities will soon be offered.
'Great!
It's about time.
Most of us have been waiting for so long! '
That's good to hear.
Keep up that enthusiasm.
Here.
Each one of you take a blindfold.
'Blindfold?
Oh?
We are going to be surprised? '
Shocked is more like it.
Can everyone see?
Those award winning thoroughbred horses,
Will soon be set free.
Each one of you...
After being blindfolded,
Are to attach on the backs of each one...
Your name and addresses.
Those able to succeed,
Will be given monetary prizes.
Worth thousands of dollars!
'That's impossible!
We can not do that.'
This is no time to start doubting your abilities.
Now...
Keep in mjind,
Each horse will be running at top speed.
'You're trying to kill us.'
You can either look at it that way?
Or look at your cups as being half full!
Any more questions?
Good.
You have 10 minutes,
To discuss amongst yourselves...
Any and all strategies preferred.
And...
Good luck to all of you.
Happy holidays.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A clown among the stars
The best Actress of the year accepted her award
And she's stepping down the stairs,
By a windfall the ugliest man in the World
Met her on the way and he offered his autograph.
She wrote I love you and gave her small pocket book to write him something.
He scribbled; ' Madam! I learned swimming easily in the Dead Sea! '
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I Have Learned
I had been told 'never' to say never.
And for as long as I lived,
I will learn a 'never' said will return.
And I found that to be true.
I have learned to focus and remain conscious.
Never to keep repeating the same mistakes.
I have learned,
The giving of oneself...
Opens the door to heartache.
I have learned,
Forgiveness for some...
Means a forgetting for them to what they've done.
I have learned,
A revolving door...
Revolves not solve solutions.
I have learned,
A no does not mean yes...
To a depleting of my happiness.
I have learned,
Never to allow my peace of mind...
To be plucked by anyone wishing to get on my nerves.
I have learned,
THAT!
And 'that' aint gon' happen no mo'!
Never.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ladies and gentlemen, on the occasion of my election I received many letters from people representing all segments of the population and all professions, especially from the younger generation, linking my inauguration with great - far too great - expectations.
quote by Gustav Heinemann
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