This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.
Walt Whitman, fully Walter "Walt" Whitman
A man, yet by these tears a little boy again, throwing myself on the sand, confronting the waves, I, chanter of pains and joys, uniter of here and hereafter, taking all hints to use them, but swiftly leaping beyond them, a reminiscence sing.
Walt Whitman, fully Walter "Walt" Whitman
I have just this moment heard from the front — there is nothing yet of a movement, but each side is continually on the alert, expecting something to happen.
Age | Beginning | Heaven | Hell | Perfection | Will | Youth | Youth |
Walt Whitman, fully Walter "Walt" Whitman
There's a man in the world who is never turned down, wherever he chances to stray; he gets the glad hand in the populous town, or out where the farmers make hay; he's greeted with pleasure on deserts of sand, and deep in the aisles of the woods; wherever he goes there's a welcoming hand-he's the man who delivers the goods.
Walt Whitman, fully Walter "Walt" Whitman
You must not know too much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and watercraft; a certain free-margin, and even vagueness - ignorance, credulity - helps your enjoyment of these things.
Love | Perfection | Receive | Sense |
Absence and death are the same -- only that in death there is no suffering.
Great men too often have greater faults than little men can find room for.
Wayne Dyer, fully Wayne Walter Dyer
I will send love, but I will remove myself physically from their presence because I am too divine and significant to be the subject of any abuse.
Perfection | Present | Will |
Wayne Dyer, fully Wayne Walter Dyer
The more you see yourself as what you'd like to become, and act as if what you want is already there, the more you'll activate those dormant forces that will collaborate to transform your dream into your reality.
Achievement | Failure | Greatness | Learning | People | Teach | Failure |
Wayne Dyer, fully Wayne Walter Dyer
The fact that you are willing to say, "I do not understand, and it is fine," is the greatest understanding you could exhibit.
Ability | Circumstances | Fulfillment | Greatness |
Vladimir Nabokov, fully Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov
I am aware of many things being quite as important as good writing and good reading; but in all things it is wiser to go directly to the quiddity, to the text, to the source, to the essence—and only then evolve whatever theories may tempt the philosopher, or the historian, or merely please the spirit of the day. Readers are born free and ought to remain free.
Death | Perfection | Romance | Obstacle |
Voltaire, pen name of François-Marie Arouet NULL
Superstition is to religion what astrology is to astronomy the mad daughter of a wise mother. These daughters have too long dominated the earth.
Vince Lombardi, fully Vincent Thomas "Vince" Lombardi
Morally, the life of the organization must be of exemplary nature. This is one phase where the organization must not have criticism.
Greatness | Humility | Meekness | Qualities | Simplicity |
Most of us are not aware of our motivations for living or our priorities for action. We drift with the tides of societal fashions, floating in and out of social concerns at the whim of societal dictates and on the basis of images created by the media or superficial, personal desires to be helpful, useful persons. We are used to living at the surface, afraid of the depths, and therefore our actions and concerns about humanity are shallow, fragile vessels easily damaged. Ultimately most of us are concerned chiefly with our small lives, our collection of sensual pleasures, our personal salvation, and our anxiety about sickness and death, rather than the misery created by collective indifference and callousness.
Perfection | Silence | Understanding | Understand |
Vince Lombardi, fully Vincent Thomas "Vince" Lombardi
Practice does not make perfect. Only perfect practice makes perfect.
Vincent van Gogh, fully Vincent Willem van Gogh
The best way to know life is to love many things.
Dreams | Perfection |
Virginia Woolf, nee Stephen, fully Adeline Virginia Woolf
Who shall blame him? Who will not secretly rejoice when the hero puts his armour off, and halts by the window and gazes at his wife and son, who, very distant at first, gradually come closer and closer, till lips and book and head are clearly before him, though still lovely and unfamiliar from the intensity of his isolation and the waste of ages and the perishing of the stars, and finally putting his pipe in his pocket and bending his magnificent head before her—who will blame him if he does homage to the beauty of the world?
Darkness | Perception | Perfection |