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THOUGHTS FROM OTHER SOULS

Sumus Quod Sumus
(We are what we are.)

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I think of you .....
And know you better,
For much of what I am
Is made of you.

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A song composed by drumming fingers,
Whispered words, a mood that lingers,
Patterned on the window pane;
The soft soliloquy of rain.

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(Playboy- February 1966)

The Gun Hand

You have been looking out for me.
I held a pistol to the ear of the Saigon captive.
It's been a busy year.
I plugged the preacher as he leaned on the lattice railing of his motel...
And drilled the senator as he strode among the busboys.
I have aimed a thousand killers of all calibres
At television pictures, egg-hatted cops,
At the pulsing cartilage of a child's temple,
At the upstart cars that pass mine on the right.
I have squeezed so often you might think me weary,
But my hand is poised and clenched to squeeze again
At the next sweet target of opportunity.

Peter Davison

Hush'd are the winds, and still the evening gloom;
Not e'en a zephyr wanders through the grove,

Whilst I return, to view my Margaret's tomb,
And scatter flowers on the dust I love....

Byron

If a man does not keep pace with his companions,
perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.

Thoreau

The morning mists, velvet soft,
in muted greens and grays
are hung to dry-
strung among the trees
on spider's silk.

Mary Kay Jenks

God gave us April rains
So roses would bloom in Spring...

And God gave us memories
So we'd have roses in December.

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Lost.... Forever
Lost.... Yesterday
Somewhere Between
Sunrise
And Sunset
Two Golden Hours
Each Set With
Sixty Diamonds
Minutes
No Reward
Is Offered
For They Are
Gone Forever

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Never cry over anything that can't cry over you.

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Spend all your kisses.

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Love will fly if held too lightly,
Love will die if held too tightly.

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Every man has his secret sorrow which the world knows not;
and oftentimes we call a man cold when he is only sad.

H.W. Longfellow

Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet
spreads on the heel that has crushed it.

Mark Twain

Jealousy must not be regarded as a justifiable insistence upon rights, but as a misfortune to the one who feels it and a wrong toward it's object. Those who shut love in a cage destroy the beauty and joy that it can display only while it is free and spontaneous. He who fears to lose what makes the happiness of his life has already lost it.

Bertrand Russell

My tastes are very simple,
I only want the best of everything!

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He best can pity who has felt the woe.

John Gay

Death is the greatest kick of all;
That's why they save it for last.

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In the morning
When the sun
Is just starting to light the day
I am awakened
And my first thoughts are of you.

At night
I stare at the dark trees
Silhouetted against the quiet stars.
I am entranced into a complete peacefulness
And my last thoughts are of you.

Susan Polis Schutz

The moving finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.

The Rub'aiy'at of Omar Khayy'am

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Greater love hath no man than this,
that a man lay down his life for his friends.

St. John 15 : 13

That love is all there is,
Is all we know of love.

Emily Dickinson

Life is like an onion;
You peel off one layer at a time
and sometimes you weep.

Carl Sandburg

I don't think I'll die a "natural" death
Because I'm not sure there are any left.

Seymour Krim

Alas
At Times
I Find
Exquisite Bitterness
In
Your Kiss.

Rudolph and Natacha Valentino

It hurts too much to laugh and I'm too old to cry.

Adlai Stevenson

The peculiar horror of war is it's ability to transform the faces of ordinary cruelty and suffering, exhibiting the terrible power of abstaction. In war one shoots at a group and kills individuals.

Harold Kaplan

Oh, Death!
Where is thy sting?

Oh, Grave!
Where is thy victory?

The Holy Bible