This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.
It is the duty of every individual to dedicate himself for the betterment and advancement of the country.
Upton Sinclair, fully Upton Beall Sinclair, Jr.
There’s no excuse for poverty in a state as rich as California. We can produce so much food that we have to dump it into our bay.
Distinguish | Dreams | Men | Music | Poetry | Sacred | Words | Friends |
I almost think it is the ultimate destiny of science to exterminate the human race.
Dreams |
Thomas L. Friedman, fully Thomas Lauren Friedman
In the hyperconnected world, there is only good better and best,
Aspiration | Dreams | Government | Order | People | Aspiration | Government |
It is the feeling of inferiority, inadequacy and insecurity that determines the goal of an individual’s existence. One motive is common to all forms of vanity. The vain individual has created a goal that cannot be attained in this life. He wants to be more important and successful than anyone else in the world, and this goal is the direct result of his feeling of inadequacy.
Dreams |
Tom Robbins, fully Thomas Eugene "Tom" Robbins
All Uncle Larry is saying is that individuals have to accept responsibility for their own bad choices. If every time we choose a turd, society, at great expense, simply allows us to redeem it for a pepperoni, then not only will we never learn to make smart choices, we will also surrender the freedom to choose, because a choice without consequences is no choice at all. Maybe it boils down to the premium we want to place on liberty.
Dreams |
Tom Robbins, fully Thomas Eugene "Tom" Robbins
I started before I was old enough to know better. My muse was a cradle-robber, a child-molester. She seduced an innocent, blue-eyed, tow-headed, pre-literate tot and turned him into a paragraph junkie. (In reply to how he got started as a novelist)
But like of each thing that in season grows. Love’s Labour’s Lost, Act i, Scene 1
Affliction | Dreams | Will |
Good-humor is a philosophic state of mind; it seems to say to Nature that we take her no more seriously than she takes us. I maintain that one should always talk of philosophy with a smile.
Speak but one word to me over the corn, over the tender, bowed locks of the corn.
Aesthetic | Concealment | Corruption | Dreams | Indulgence | Life | Life | Lying | Nothing | Restraint | Will |
Let us speak, love, together some words of our story, that our lips as they part may remember the glory! O soft day, o calm day, made clear for our sake!
Nay, spring was o'er-happy and knew not the reason, and summer dreamed sadly, for she thought all was ended in her fulness of wealth that might not be amended; but this is the harvest and the garnering season, and the leaf and the blossom in the ripe fruit are blended.
Love is Enough Love is enough though the world be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining, Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder, Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder, And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over, Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.
Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, and young affection gapes to be his heir; that fair for which love groan'd for and would die, with tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair. Now Romeo is beloved and loves again, alike betwitched by the charm of looks, but to his foe supposed he must complain, and she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: being held a foe, he may not have access to breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; and she as much in love, her means much less to meet her new-beloved anywhere: but passion lends them power, time means, to meet tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
O, then, what graces in my love do dwell That he hath turned a heaven unto a hell!
Dreams | Good | Little | Mind | Misfortune | Prayer | Time | Misfortune | Old |
Insight is within the grasp of the dreamer, for he escapes the waking intensity which tends to hold back the vitality that bids us carry on with life, often as underground levels. The eternal now instinctively carries us forward and contains within it knowledge and experience of the routes ahead, even though those routes are dimmed when we awaken to each day's new experiences. The prediction is clear in a dreaming world, but the route is clouded when we surface to live out the day's experience. The outer eye discerns only what is to be undertaken in a three-dimensional world.
Age | Dreams | Evolution | Giving | Happy | Man | Technology | World |