Sociological Prose Can Tell You Everything, But It Can't Point Out The Grief.
Pete Rose Is Too Rich A Character To Fit On A Bronze Plaque. He Requires A Good, Trenchant, Poignant (ah, Petey) Book, And This Is It.
Epigram, N. A Short, Sharp Saying In Prose Or Verse, Frequently Characterize By Acidity Or Acerbity And Sometimes By Wisdom.
The Wild Rose” – By Wendell Berry Sometimes, Hidden From Me In Daily Custom And In Ritual I Live By You Unaware, As If By The Beating Of My Heart. Suddenly You Flare Again In My Sight A Wild Rose At The Edge Of The Thicket Where Yesterday There Was Only Shade And I Am Blessed And Choose Again, That Which I Chose Before.
If You Find Yourself Born In Barnsley And Then Set Your Sights On Being Virginia Woolf It Is Not Going To Be Roses All The Way.
You Follow The Same Paths Of Thought As Before. Only, They Appear Strewn With Roses.
Go Forth! Carry The Good Tidings To The Poor, Bind The Wounds Of The Brokenhearted, Proclaim Freedom To Slaves, Open The Doors Of Prisons To Those Within, Promulgate The Year Of The Lord's Mercy... Bring Into The World The Hope Of God, Which Is Christ The Lord Who Rose From The Dead And Lives And Reigns Forever.
A Rose Is The Visible Result Of An Infinitude Of Complicated Goings On In The Bosom Of The Earth And In The Air Above, And Similarly A Work Of Art Is The Product Of Strange Activities In The Human Mind.
What A Pity Flowers Can Utter No Sound!-a Singing Rose, A Whispering Violet, A Murmuring Honeysuckle ... Oh, What A Rare And Exquisite Miracle Would These Be!
In Itself, Homosexuality Is As Limiting As Heterosexuality: The Ideal Should Be To Be Capable Of Loving A Woman Or A Man; Either, A Human Being, Without Feeling Fear, Restraint, Or Obligation.
