I collect quotes. I have three different fifty-page word documents of quotes. I also have favorite poems. I suppose I could spare a few.
Do you have any particular tastes/subjects of interest?
From the sublime to the ridiculous is but a step. - Napoleon I
He who desires but acts not breeds pestilence. - William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
Not failure, but low aim, is crime. -James Russell Lowell, "For an Autograph"
There is more to life than increasing its speed. - Mahatma Gandhi
Man: An animal [whose]… chief occupation is extermination of other animals and his own species, which, however, multiplies with such insistent rapidity as to infest the whole habitable earth and Canada. - Ambrose Bierce, The Devil’s Dictionary
He who hesitates is a damn fool. - Mae West
Whenever I’m caught between two evils, I take the one I’ve never tried. - Mae West
For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go, I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move, to get down off this featherbed of civilization and to find the globe granite underneath and strewn with cutting flints. –Robert Louis Stevenson
We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another. –Luciano de Crescenzo
When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall. Think of it… always. –Mahatma Gandhi
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. –Mark Twain
And, my favorite poems:
Self Pity by D.H. Lawrence
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
Invictus by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.