Transfixus Sed Non Mortuus

Here I Stand, Pierced and Transfixed

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The Pleasure of Writing

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To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it’s about, but the music the words make.
~Truman Capote

High Sounding Words

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We have too many high-sounding words, and too few actions that correspond with them.
~Abigail Adams

“The louder he talked of his honor, the faster we counted our spoons.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

“You start out giving your hat, then you give your coat, then your shirt, then your skin and finally your soul.”
~General Charles de Gaulle

“For everything you have missed, you have gained something else; and for everything you gain, you lose something.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Be Sincere

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Be sincere: it never crossed your mind to want to see yourself live? You pay attention to living for yourselves, and rightly, with no thought of what in the meanwhile you might be for the others; not because you care nothing about the opinion of others: on the contrary, you care a great deal; but because you live in the blissful illusion that the others, outside, must picture you to themselves as you picture yourself.
~Luigi Pirandello

Valerie: What I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that though I do not know you and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you.

Let us keep alive the flame of thought and love; they are one and the same flame. Let us communicate to those around us the desire to understand and to give (and also to receive). There are too many walled-up consciences.
~Abbe Monchanin


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Truth, James, is the foundation of all eloquence; he who knowingly speaks what is not true, may dazzle and perplex; but he will never touch with that power and pathos which spring from truth.
~William Carleton

Inscription On a Tomb

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Purportedly, there is an inscription on the tomb of a bishop buried in Westminster Abbey that reads:

When I was young and free and my imagination had no limits, I dreamed of changing the world. As I grew older and wiser, I discovered the world would not change, so I shortened my sights somewhat and decided to change only my country. But it, too, seemed immovable.

As I grew into my twilight years, in one last desperate attempt, I settled for changing only my family, those closest to me, but alas, they would have none of it.

And now as I lie on my deathbed, I suddenly realize: If I had only changed myself first, then by example I would have changed my family. From their inspiration and encouragement, I would then have been able to better my country and, who knows, I may have even changed the world.