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Happy birthday to Beatrix Potter

If Beatrix Potter were still alive, she would be 145 years old today. And though she was a woman of few words, we’d like to give the birthday girl a chance to say a thing or two …

“Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality.”

“It is said that the effect of eating too much lettuce is ‘soporific’.”

“All outward forms of religion are almost useless, and are the causes of endless strife. . . . Believe there is a great power silently working all things for good, behave yourself and never mind the rest.”

“I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense…”

“I cannot rest, I must draw, however poor the result, and when I have a bad time come over me it is a stronger desire than ever.”

“Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.”

“Most people, after one success, are so cringingly afraid of doing less well that they rub all the edge off their subsequent work.”

“Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality.”

Miscellany

Happy birthday P.D. James

Phyllis Dorothy James, Baroness James of Holland Park {otherwise known as P.D. James}, was born August 3rd, 1920 in Oxford, England. In honor of her big day, a few words…

God gives every bird his worm, but He does not throw it into the nest.”

What the detective story is about is not murder but the restoration of order.”

In 1930s mysteries, all sorts of motives were credible which aren't credible today, especially motives of preventing guilty sexual secrets from coming out. Nowadays, people sell their guilty sexual secrets.”

It was not… that she was unaware of the frayed and ragged edges of life. She would mer

ely iron them out with a firm hand and neatly hem them down.”

It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.”

Human kindness is like a defective tap, the first gush may be impressive but the stream soon dries up.”

What a child doesn't receive he can seldom later give.”

We English are good at forgiving our enemies; it releases us from the obligation of liking our friends.”

I believe that political correctness can be a form of linguistic fascism, and it sends shivers down the spine of my generation who went to war against fascism.”

Great literature cannot grow from a neglected or impoverished soil. Only if we actually tend or care will it transpire that every hundred years or so we might get a Middlemarch.”

It shows considerable wisdom to know what you want in life and then to direct all your energies towards getting it.”

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Miscellany

Birthday, George Bernard Shaw

'Tis the birthday of George Bernard Shaw. That's right, the Irish playwright and winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature {1925}, was born July 26, 1856. In honor of his big day, a few of his words:

I often quote myself. It adds spice to my conversation.”

A gentleman is one who puts more into the world than he takes out.”

Do not do unto others as you expect they should do unto you. Their tastes may not be the same.”

A happy family is but an earlier heaven.”

A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.”

Do not waste your time on Social Questions. What is the matter with the poor is Poverty; what is the matter with the rich is Uselessness.”

A fool's brain digests philosophy into folly, science into superstition, and art into pedantry. Hence University education.”

A little l

earning is a dangerous thing, but we must take that risk because a little is as much as our biggest heads can hold.”

A man never tells you anything until you contradict him.”

A veteran journalist has never had time to think twice before he writes.”

All great truths begin as blasphemies.”

A fashion is nothing but an induced epidemic.”

A broken heart is a very pleasant complaint for a man in London if he has a comfortable income.”

All my life affection has been showered upon me, and every forward step I have made has been taken in spite of it.”

Better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world.”

He knows nothing and thinks he knows everything. That points clearly to a political career.”

I am afraid we must make the world honest before we can honestly say to our children that honesty is the best policy.”

Find enough clever things to say, and you're a Prime Minister; write them down and you're a Shakespeare.”

I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake.”

Do not try to live forever. You will not succeed.”

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Miscellany

Birthday of Antoine de Saint-Exupery

The author of famed The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupery, was born June 29, 1900 in Lyon, France. As is our custom, a few words from the man of the hour …

Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.”

The one thing that matters is the effort.”

To be a man is, precisely, to be responsible.”

A chief is a man who assumes responsibility. He says 'I was beaten,' he does not say 'My men were beaten'.”

'Men have forgotten this truth,' said the fox. 'But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.'”

Tell me who admires and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.”

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solate us from the great problems of nature but plunges us more deeply into them.”

But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart…

Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.”

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is esential is invisible to the eye.”

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.”

What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step.”

Only the unknown frightens men. But once a man has faced the unknown, that terror becomes the known.”

True happiness comes from the joy of deeds well done, the zest of creating things new.”

If you want to build a ship, don't drum up people together to collect wood and don't assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.”

A pile of rocks ceases to be a rock when somebody contemplates it with the idea of a cathedral in mind.”

The time for action is now. It's never too late to do something.”

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books

Horatio Hornblower {excerpt}

Dear Adventurers … I really have not forgotten about you. Not in the least. I've just been a tad on the crazy busy side … and in the summer no less! Summer, when we should have little more to do than lounge about, reading a good book.

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king of which, let's take a bit of a break and have ourselves an adventure. And what better adventure than with Horatio Hornblower?

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Hornblower and the Even Chance

A January Gale was roaring up the Channel, blustering loudly, and bearing on its bosom rain squalls whose big frops rattled loudly on the tarpaulin clothing of those among the officers and men whose duties kept them on deck. So hard and so long had the gale blown that even in the sheltered waters of Spithad the battleship moved uneasily at her anchors, pitching a little in the choppy seas, and snubbing herself against the tautened cables with unexpected jerks. A shore boat was on its way out to her, propelled by oars in the hands of two sturdy women; it danced madly on the steep little waves, now and then putting its nose into one and sending a sheet of spray flying aft. The oarswoman in the bow knew her business, and with rapid glances over her shoulder not only kept the boat on its course but turned the bows into the worse of the waves to keep from capsizing. It slowly drew up along the starboard side of the Justinian, and as it approached the main chains the midshipman of the watch hailed it.

'Aye aye,' came back the answering hail from the lusty lungs of the woman at the stroke oar; by the curious and ages-old convention of the navy the reply meant that the boat had an officer on board–presumably the huddled figure in the sternsheets looking more like a heap of trash with a boat cloak thrown over it…

-Excerpt, Mr. Midshipman Hornblower, by C.S. Forester

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