“Regarding the idea of race, .. no agreement seems to exist about what race means. Race seems to embody a fact as simple and as obvious as the noonday sun, but if that is so, why the endless wrangling about the idea and the facts of race. What is a race? How can it be recognized? Who constitute the several races?.” IfsMeanIdeasFactsSeemsSimpleRaceSunObviousEndlessAgreementWrangling Author:Jacques Barzun
“Only--but this is rare-- When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable hours, Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear, When our world-deafen'd ear Is by the tones of a loved voice caress'd-- A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast, And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again. The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain, And what we mean, we say, and what we would, we know. A man becomes aware of his life's flow, And hears its winding murmur; and he sees The meadows where it glides, the sun, the breeze.” KnowsMenWorldHeartMeanFeelingsHandsEyeLyingLostVoiceHoursSunClearShotsFlowEarsBelovedToneBreastsOur WorldInwardBreezePulseMeadowsBoltsCaressJadedGlare Book:Dover Beach and Other Poems Source: Dover Beach and Other Poems
“Under the desert sun, in the dogmatic clarity, the fables of theology and the myths of classical philosophy dissolve like mist. The air is clean, the rock cuts cruelly into flesh; shatter the rock and the odor of flint rises to your nostrils, bitter and sharp. Whirlwinds dance across the salt flats, a pillar of dust by day; the thornbush breaks into flame at night. What does it mean? It means nothing. It is as it is and has no need for meaning. The desert lies beneath and soars beyond any possible human qualification. Therefore, sublime.” NeedsHumansMeanDoePhilosophyLyingNightBreakSunCuttingAirRocksCleanMythFleshTheologyBitterClarityDustDesertFlamesFlatsSaltSublimeSoarMistPillarsFablesQualificationsDogmaticOdor Author:Edward Abbey
“Nature, the sun itself, produces color effects... instantaneously. The impression of these evanescent visions is what we make desperate attempts to catch and fix by any means at hand. At such moments I am unconscious of materials, of style, of rules, of everything that intervenes between my perception and the object or idea perceived.” MeanIdeasMomentsHandsVisionSunEffectsStyleObjectsProduceColorMaterialsPerceptionImpressionDesperateUnconscious Author:Joaquin Sorolla
“Los Angeles, the sun shines a lot, and it's blue, and there's palm trees; it's a bit like Sydney, I guess, but the underbelly is a vicious, mean, cruel, awful place.” MeanBitsSunTreeBlueShiningAwfulLos AngelesPalmsViciousSydneySun ShinesPalm Trees Author:Loudon Wainwright III
“Play ball! Means something more than runs Or pitches thudding into gloves! Remember through the summer suns This is the game your country loves.” MeanCountryPlayRunningRememberGamesSunSummerBallsGlovesCountry LoveSummer Sun Author:Grantland Rice
“By health I mean the power to live a full, adult, living, breathing life in close contact with what I love - the earth and the wonders thereof - the sea - the sun, all that we mean when we speak of the external world. I want to enter into it, to be part of it, to live in it, to learn from it, to lose all that is superficial and acquired in me and to become a conscious, direct human being. I want, by understanding myself, to understand others.” WorldWantHumansMeanEarthSpeakUnderstandingLosesHuman BeingsWonderSunSeaConsciousAdultsDirectContactBreathingSuperficialBreathing LifeUnderstanding Myself Book:Stories. Selected, Source: Stories. Selected,