April 7

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On the last analysis, then, love is life. Love never faileth and life never faileth so long as there is love.
Henry Drummond
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Quotes of the day from previous years:
2004
The danger already exists that mathematicians have made a covenant with the devil to darken the spirit and confine man in the bonds of hell. ~ Saint Augustine
2005
Out of the struggle at the center has come an immense, painful longing for a broader, more flexible, fuller, more coherent, more comprehensive account of what we human beings are, who we are, and what this life is for. At the center humankind struggles with collective powers for its freedom, the individual struggles with dehumanization for the possession of his soul. ~ Saul Bellow (recent death)
2006
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

~ William Wordsworth (born 7 April 1770)
2007
In spite of difference of soil and climate, of language and manners, of laws and customs — in spite of things silently gone out of mind, and things violently destroyed, the Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society, as it is spread over the whole earth, and over all time. ~ William Wordsworth
2008
I always work on the theory that the audience will believe you best if you believe yourself. ~ Charlton Heston (recent death)
2009

Suggestions

This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie
Open unto the fields and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
~ William Wordsworth (born April 7, 1770)

  • 3 InvisibleSun 19:41, 5 April 2007 (UTC)
  • 3 Kalki 15:59, 6 April 2007 (UTC) But only if prefixed to begin with :
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
  • 1 Zarbon 23:28, 22 April 2008 (UTC)

Is there not
An art, a music, and a stream of words
That shalt be life, the acknowledged voice of life?
~ William Wordsworth


Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and good:
Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,
Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
~ William Wordsworth


Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished. ~ William Wordsworth


Love had he found in huts where poor men lie;
His daily teachers had been woods and rills,
The silence that is in the starry sky,
The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
~ William Wordsworth


Enough, if something from our hands have power
To live, and act, and serve the future hour.
~ William Wordsworth

  • 3 InvisibleSun 19:41, 5 April 2007 (UTC)
  • 3 Kalki 15:59, 6 April 2007 (UTC) but would extend it :
I see what was, and is, and will abide;
Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide;
The Form remains, the Function never dies;
While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise,
We Men, who in our morn of youth defied
The elements, must vanish; — be it so!

Enough, if something from our hands have power
To live, and act, and serve the future hour;
And if, as toward the silent tomb we go,
Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower,
We feel that we are greater than we know.

  • 1 Zarbon 23:28, 22 April 2008 (UTC)

Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science. ~ William Wordsworth


Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows
Like harmony in music; there is a dark
Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles
Discordant elements, makes them cling together
In one society.
~ William Wordsworth


What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be.
~ William Wordsworth

  • 3 InvisibleSun 19:41, 5 April 2007 (UTC)
  • 4 Kalki 15:27, 5 April 2008 (UTC) 3 15:59, 6 April 2007 (UTC) with a very strong lean towards a 4
  • 1 Zarbon 23:28, 22 April 2008 (UTC)

Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own.
~ Billie Holiday (born April 7, 1915) and Arthur Herzog, Jr.


My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
~ William Wordsworth ~

  • 3 Kalki 15:59, 6 April 2007 (UTC) with a strong lean towards a 4
  • 3 InvisibleSun 17:16, 6 April 2007 (UTC)
  • 1 Zarbon 23:28, 22 April 2008 (UTC)

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar...
~ William Wordsworth ~

  • 3 Kalki 15:59, 6 April 2007 (UTC) with a strong lean towards a 4
  • 3 InvisibleSun 17:16, 6 April 2007 (UTC)
  • 1 Zarbon 23:28, 22 April 2008 (UTC)

Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade
Of that which once was great, is passed away.
~ William Wordsworth ~

  • 3 Kalki 15:59, 6 April 2007 (UTC) with a strong lean towards a 4
  • 3 InvisibleSun 17:16, 6 April 2007 (UTC)
  • 2 Zarbon 23:28, 22 April 2008 (UTC)

I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things.
~ William Wordsworth ~