@vonny,
But just consider how bad the obesity problem in the US/UK would be then, Vonny.
Although men are accused of not knowing their own weakness, yet perhaps few know their own strength.
It is in men as in soils, where sometimes there is a vein of gold which the owner knows not of.
Jonathan Swift
“Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.”
― G.K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions
''Nor do they trust their tongue alone,
But speak a language of their own;
Can read a nod, a shrug, a look,
Far better than a printed book;
Convey a libel in a frown,
And wink a reputation down.''
Jonathan Swift
@eurocelticyankee,
I don't remember the name of the last beer I drank.
@cicerone imposter,
That must have been a good night.
@izzythepush,
"Th' ladies prisint cud appreciate how foolish th' captains iv industhree are, because they were marrid to thim an' knew what they looked like in th' mornin'."
Finley Peter Dunne.
“Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.”
― W.B. Yeats
@cicerone imposter,
Something exotic hopefully, something a bunch o' monks had lovingly brewed and prayed over in the wilds of .... Bavaria.
Brewed with spring water and the finest hops and barley, all blessed of course.
And hopefully it was ice cold and sparkling and deliciously thirst quenching.
On the other hand it could have been a warm glass of Bud.
Fill with mingled cream and amber,
I will drain that glass again.
Such hilarious visions clamber
Through the chamber of my brain.
Quaintest thoughts, queerest fancies
Come to life and fade away.
What care I how time advances;
I am drinking ale today.
Lines on Ale - Edgar Allen Poe
“That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.”
― Charles Bukowski, Women
W.H. Auden died on this day in 1973. He died in Vienna, and was buried in Kirchstetten.
"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good."
--Funeral Blues (Song IX / from Two Songs for Hedli Anderson)
@edgarblythe,
With global warming, that may come true!
If we take the generally accepted definition of bravery as a quality which knows no fear, I have never seen a brave man. All men are frightened. The more intelligent they are, the more they are frightened.
- George S. Patton
Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
-- Nathaniel Hawthorne
“It took me fifteen years to discover that I had no talent for writing, but I couldn't give it up because by that time I was too famous.”
― Robert Benchley
Age appears to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.
- Francis Bacon
“Don't spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door. ”
― Coco Chanel
