Erich Fromm On Life

   Erich Fromm   (March 23, 1900 – March 18, 1980)
Erich Fromm (March 23, 1900 – March 18, 1980)

The situation of mankind today is too serious to permit us to listen to the demagogues least of all demagogues who are attracted to destruction — or even to the leaders who use only their brains and whose hearts have hardened. Critical and radical thought will only bear fruit when it is blended with the most precious quality man is endowed with — the love of life. 

🎂Happy Birthday Erich Fromm  (March 23, 1900 – March 18, 1980) In Memoriam🌹

Robert Stone On Writing

   Robert Stone   (August 21, 1937– January 10, 2015) 
Robert Stone (August 21, 1937– January 10, 2015) 

Writing is lonely. […] But most of the time you are in a room by yourself, you know. Writers spend more time in rooms, staying awake in quiet rooms, than they do hunting lions in Africa. So, it’s a bad life for a person because it’s so lonely and because it consists of such highs and lows, and there’s not always anywhere to take these emotional states. […] It’s a life that’s tough to sustain without falling prey to some kind of beguiling diversion that’s not good for you.

Anton Chekhov On Freedom

   Anton Chekhov   (January 29, 1860 – July 15, 1904) 
Anton Chekhov (January 29, 1860 – July 15, 1904) 

My holy of holies is the human body, health, intelligence, talent, inspiration, love and the most absolute freedom imaginable, freedom from violence and lies, no matter what form the latter two take.

Note: I believe as citizens we have a right to the truth. It is unfortunate the current President of the U.S. does not hold to that acknowledgment for himself nor its citizens.

Adrienne Rich On Art

   Adrienne Rich   (May 16, 1929 – March 27, 2012) 
Adrienne Rich (May 16, 1929 – March 27, 2012) 

Art is our human birthright, our most powerful means of access to our own and another’s experience and imaginative life. In continually rediscovering and recovering the humanity of human beings, art is crucial to the democratic vision. And, for more than 50 years I have been writing, tearing up, revising poems, studying poets from every culture and century available to me. I have been a poet of the oppositional imagination, meaning that I don’t think my only argument is with myself. My work is for people who want to imagine and claim wider horizons and carry on about them into the night.

Maria Papova On Memory

   Maria Papova   (July 28, 1984 -) 
Maria Papova (July 28, 1984 -) 

Oftentimes during meditation, I am visited by flash-memories dislodged from some dusty recess of my unconscious — vignettes and glimpses of people, places, and events from long ago and far away, belonging to what feels like another lifetime. They are entirely banal — the curb of a childhood sidewalk, mid-afternoon light falling on a familiar building in a familiar way, the smell of a leather armchair on a hot summer day — but in their banality they intimate the existence of the former self who inhabited those moments, a self that seems so foreign and so remote, yet one to which I am forever fettered by this half-conscious memory.