“Oi chusoi Dios aei enpiptousi.” ( “A perfect equity adjusts its balance in all parts of life” ).
“All women, together, ought to let the flowers fall upon the tomb of Aphra Behn, for it was she who earned us the right to speak our minds.” (Virgina Woolf, A Room of One’s Own, 1929). On Aphra Behn (17th century poet, playwright, translator and spy, from Surinam, working for the English government), who, in writing a play to pay her way out of prison and thus negotiate her political and personal freedom, became the first woman, in the English-speaking world, to be paid for her writing.
“Man’s goodness is a flame that can never be extinguished.” (Nelson Mandela, 2006)
“Leurs importance, ce n’était pas leur eclat, ni leur beauté mais leurs possibilites d’échange [. . .] Dans la main j’avais une clef. ça fermait le passé. ça ouvrait l’avenir.” Translation: “Their importance was neither their sparkle nor beauty, nor their possibilities of exchange…, for in my own hands, was a key [writing]. It closed off the past and would open up the future.” (Marguerite Duras, L’Eden Cinema).
What is Success?
“To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics
And endure the betrayal of friends;
To appreciate beauty;
To find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition;
To know that one life has breathed easier because you have lived.
This is to have succeeded.”
(Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1803-1882)
“Success begins in knowing yourself – your unique qualities, your difference, your talents — and in celebrating these and working continuously to optimise them toward goals and achievements, whether the world sees you working or not. It lies in the ability to dream of a better future, in the face of defeatists, failure, and fear. Most importantly, success lies in the belief in what you feel, in your gut, to be true, especially good stuff about who you are, what you have to contribute to the world, and what you can become.” (Erna Rachel Cooper, Aug. 19, 2006)
“The dream’s here still. Even when I wake, it is/ Without me, as within me; not imagined, felt.” (Imogen, Cymbaline,4.2, ll.309-10)
“[T]hey being penitent,/ The sole drift of my purpose doth extend/Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel./ My charms I’ll break, their senses I’ll restore,/ And they shall be themselves.” (Prospero, The Tempest, 5.1, ll.27-32)
“How many goodly creatures are there here!/ How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world/That has such people in’t!“ (Miranda, The Tempest, 5.1, 185-2)
“‘Tis strange that from their cold’st neglect/ My love should kindle to inflamed respect.– Thy dowerless daughter, kind, thrown to my chance,/ Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France./ Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy/Can buy this unprized precious maid of me. –/ Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind./ thou losest here, a better where to find.” (France, King Lear, 1.1, 257-265)
“Thou hast described/A hot friend cooling. Ever note, [. . .]/ when love begins to sicken and decay/ It useth an enforced ceremony./ There are no tricks in plain and simple faith./ but hollow men, like horses hot at hand,/ Make gallant show and promise of their mettle;/ [. . .] But when they should endure the bloody spur,/ they fall their crests and like deceitful jades/ Sink in the trial.” (Brutus, Julius Caesar, 4.3, 19-27)
“Dark night, that from the eye his fuction takes,/the ear more quick of apprehension makes;/ Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,/ It pays the hearing double recompense./ Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;/ Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound./ But why unkindly didst thou leave me so?” (Hermia, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, 3.2, 177-183)
“We [. . .], like two artificial gods/ Have with our needles created both one flower,/ Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,/ both warbling of one song, both in one key,/ As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds/ Had been incorporate. So we grew together,/ Like a double cherry, seeming parted,/ But yet an union in partition/ Two lovely berries molded on one stem/ So, with two seeming bodies but one heart.” (MND, 3.2, 203-211)
Please see my URL at Trafford publishing, for a summary and excerpts from my book of short stories: www.trafford.com/05-2888