We do not need more of the things that are seen. We need more of the things that are unseen. – Calvin Coolidge
Thanks to @GreatestQuotes via Twitter
Today was a good day for the Quote Box. Some good additions got put in the pile, like:
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you.” — Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit
A little too long for the sidebar but a great quote to pin on the wall of where ever you work:
Herman Melville said that artists have to take a dive, and either you hit your head on a rock and it splits your skull and you die, or, that blow to your head is so inspiring that you come back up and you do the best work you ever did.
But — you have to take the dive. And you do not know what the result will be. — Maurice Sendak
From the quote box
Wherever life takes us, there are always moments of wonder. — Jimmy Carter
Look at the facts of the world. You see a continual and progressive triumph of the right. I do not pretend to understand the moral universe, the arc is a long one, my eye reaches but little ways. I cannot calculate the curve and complete the figure by the experience of sight; I can divine it by conscience. But from what I see I am sure it bends towards justice. — Theodore Parker, 1857
A version of this,
The arc of the moral universe is long but it bends toward justice.
is often attributed to Martin Luther King Jr., but as discussed here, he put it in quotations in his written speeches, indicating that he was using it from elsewhere.
When I went out to do that last bit of shoveling, Miz Pritty the chicken had gone on to where ever it is she spends the night. Lest you get the wrong idea, I don’t think it’s easy being a stray chicken in the neighborhood. I caught her slurping up water that was melting from my car the other day. Finding water in a cold stretch and in deep snow can’t be easy. Every couple days I break open an old apple for her and the other birds and no doubt that’s a little moisture for them too. It’s too cold to put water out unless you have an electric heater to go along with it.
Anyway her big tracks led down the steps, across the path to the driveway and to the road and traveled north again to where ever she is sheltering for the night.
No doubt she’ll be back tomorrow to scarf up some more sunflower seeds and to peck at what’s left of the apple and to turn her red eye towards all the chickadees, juncos and titmice that come to the porch for food. I’m not sure what the little birds think of the big one but they seem to get along all right.
The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does.
