Walt Whitman On Life

   Walt Whitman   (May 31, 1819 – March 26, 1892)
Walt Whitman (May 31, 1819 – March 26, 1892)

I easily tire, am very clumsy, cannot walk far; but my spirits are first-rate. I go around in public almost every day — now and then take long trips, by railroad or boat, hundreds of miles — live largely in the open air — am sunburnt and stout, — keep up my activity and interest in life, people, progress, and the questions of the day. About two-thirds of the time I am quite comfortable. What mentality I ever had remains entirely unaffected; though physically I am a half-paralytic, and likely to be so, long as I live. But the principal object of my life seems to have been accomplish’d — I have the most devoted and ardent of friends, and affectionate relatives — and of enemies I really make no account.

🎂Happy Birthday  Walt Whitman (May 31, 1819 – March 26, 1892) In Memoriam🌹

Rachel Carson On Writing

   Rachel Carson   (May 27, 1907–April 14, 1964)
Rachel Carson (May 27, 1907–April 14, 1964)

Writing is a lonely occupation at best. Of course there are stimulating and even happy associations with friends and colleagues, but during the actual work of creation the writer cuts himself off from all others and confronts his subject alone. He moves into a realm where he has never been before — perhaps where no one has ever been. It is a lonely place, even a little frightening.

🎂Happy Birthday Rachel Carson (May 27, 1907–April 14, 1964) In Memoriam🌹

Rainer Maria Rilke On Death

   Rainer Maria Rilke   (December 04, 1875 – December 29, 1926) 
Rainer Maria Rilke (December 04, 1875 – December 29, 1926) 

The great secret of death, and perhaps its deepest connection with us, is this: that, in taking from us a being we have loved and venerated, death does not wound us without, at the same time, lifting us toward a more perfect understanding of this being and of ourselves…

I am not saying that we should love death, but rather that we should love life so generously, without picking and choosing, that we automatically include it (life’s other half) in our love. This is what actually happens in the great expansiveness of love, which cannot be stopped or constricted. It is only because we exclude it that death becomes more and more foreign to us and, ultimately, our enemy…

It is conceivable that death is infinitely closer to us than life itself… What do we know of it?

 

 

Arthur Koestler On Living

   Arthur Koestler   (September 05, 1905 – March 01, 1983) 
Arthur Koestler (September 05, 1905 – March 01, 1983) 

Everybody has a given amount of calories to burn up — you either burn them up by living or by creating. You can’t burn the same calories both ways. You make poetry out of your unhappiness, and you might argue that you can also make poetry out of your happiness. But, why should you make poetry when you are happy instead of living it out? Creativity is a secondary expression. The primary expression is living.