"Wisdom drips, but dries into dust if we do not drink it."

I started a fun tradition a while back of looking up intelligent thinkers' quotes. But for the last six months, they have just been sitting useless in my Gmail inbox, since I emailed them to myself to save them. I don't want to throw them away, because I love them, but they can't stay (Ah!).
So, now that I'm realizing the usefulness of a blog as a virtual trash can, I have decided to move some of them here. Viola!

ERNEST HEMMINGWAY:

If a writer knows enough about what he is writing about, he may omit things that he knows. The dignity of movement of an iceberg is due to only one ninth of it being above water.

All my life I've looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.

All our words from loose using have lost their edge.

Man is not made for defeat.

Never confuse movement with action.


ABRAHAM LINCOLN

Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?

As I would not be a slave, so I would not be a master. This expresses my idea of democracy.

God must love the common man, he made so many of them.

If you call a tail a leg, how many legs has a dog? Five? No, calling a tail a leg don't make it a leg.

It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to open one's mouth and remove all doubt.

Whenever I hear anyone arguing for slavery, I feel a strong impulse to see it tried on him personally.

Rock Star

When I listen to Death Cab for Cutie, there is a big (okay not so big) part of me that suddenly wants tooooooo sell all of my possessions, drop out of college, move away, and write music forever. Not that this is feasible or will ever, ever, ever happen, but I can dream, Okay? ? ?
So, just for your giggly enjoyment, my Top 5 Things I would do if I suddenly became Robert Plant:

Numero Uno: Grow my hair to my waist and bleach it blond!
Dos: Get a tattoo across my back.
Three: Two words: Stage Dive!
Four: Dedicate a song to Rock.
Five: Smash my guitar!

So, now that we have lived through my rock star dream, I'm heading back to homework. (Ahh the joys of suburban-citizen, college-student life.)

The Poetry of Wallace - an exploration into the feelings of Austin on December the 7th

After the semester's final devotional today, I ran into Austin in the cafeteria. Among other things he did that made me laugh, he shared this original poetry with me. I post it now :) He said these were his deepest emotions on this very tired day. Enjoy.
(Permission granted)

Too tired to try to express my feelings on this page
Nothing to give to others and nothing to take away
Struggle to shake off slumber but can only think
of bed

Afraid of what might happen I tuck back into my shell
I wish I could see now the two things I did wrong before
Failure sets in again as one word falls from her lips...
"No."