Laughing at someone else is an excellent way of learning how to laugh at oneself; and questioning what seem to be the absurd belie...fs of another group is a good way of recognizing the potential absurdity of many of one's own cherished beliefs.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There are those who never burn incense when things are going well, but then throw themselves at the Buddha's feet when crises come....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Because they did not see merit where they should have seen it, people, to express their regret, will go and leave a lot of money t...o the very people who will be the first to throw stones at the next person who has anything to say and finds a difficulty in getting a hearing.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Another one o' them new worlds. No beer, no women, no pool parlors, nothing. Nothing to do but throw rocks at tin cans. And we got...ta bring our own tin cans.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
No doubt Jews are most obnoxious creatures. Any competent historian or psychoanalyst can bring a mass of incontrovertible evidence... to prove that it would have been better for the world if the Jews had never existed. But I, as an Irishman, can, with patriotic relish, demonstrate the same of the English. Also of the Irish.... We all live in glass houses. Is it wise to throw stones at the Jews? Is it wise to throw stones at all?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This morning I threw up at a board meeting. I was sure the cat was out of the bag, but no one seemed to think anything about it; a...pparently it's quite common for people to throw up at board meetings.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The creeks ... are an active mystery, fresh every minute. Theirs is the mystery of continuous creation and all that providence imp...lies: the uncertainty of vision, the horror of the fixed, the dissolution of the present, the intricacy of beauty, the pressure of fecundity, the elusiveness of the free, and the flawed nature of perfection. The mountains ... are a passive mystery, the oldest of all. Theirs is the one simple mystery of creation from nothing, of matter itself, anything at all, the given. Mountains are giant, restful, absorbent. You can heave your spirit into a mountain and the mountain will keep it, folded, and not throw it back as some creeks will. The creeks are the world with all its stimulus and beauty; I live there. But the mountains are home.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Initially, between the trees, he caught sight of whirling, jumping bodies. Heya-hey-heya. Someone climbing. Rocks pitched after a ...board; and on the river, tilting patches of reflection. Heya-fulla-heya-heya. Boys were sliding down the bank on their buttocks, roughing the scaly sand. They sailed a can lid on the water where at first it turned, floating, then sank, burning like a mirror. Hiyah-smilah. Hee-mee? Coltch. Skirts rose slowly, slowly subsided. A parasol flew open with a snap. Or-rawk. Gah. Houf. Half buried in the shingle, a deep red brick was then awash. Yo-yo giggy. Teetoo Sheek? Num! Lissa-lissa. A willow leaned out, trailing its leaves in the water.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A cultivated style would be like a mask. Everybody knows it's a mask, and sooner or later you must show yourself--or at least, you... show yourself as someone who could not afford to show himself, and so created something to hide behind.... You do not create a style. You work, and develop yourself; your style is an emanation from your own being.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »