John S. Hall (1960) Poet, author, singer, lawyer
"It's Saturday"
Lyrics, Happy Hour (1992)
John S. Hall (1960) Poet, author, singer, lawyer
"It's Saturday"
Lyrics, Happy Hour (1992)
“All a girl really wants is for one guy to prove to her that they are not all the same.”
Marilyn Monroe (1926–1962) American actress, model, and singer
Iris Murdoch book The Red and the Green
The Red and the Green (1965), ch. 2, p. 30.
“We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same.”
Anne Frank (1929–1945) victim of the Holocaust and author of a diary
Barack Obama (1961) 44th President of the United States of America
2017, Farewell Address (January 2017)
Context: It falls to each of us to be those anxious, jealous guardians of our democracy; to embrace the joyous task we've been given to continually try to improve this great nation of ours. Because for all our outward differences, we, in fact, all share the same proud title, the most important office in a democracy: Citizen. Citizen.
Robinson Jeffers (1887–1962) American poet
Letter to Sister Mary James Power (1 October 1934); published in The Wild God of the World : An Anthology of Robinson Jeffers (2003), edited by Albert Gelpi, p. 189; also partly quoted in the essay "Robinson Jeffers, Pantheist Poet" http://web.archive.org/20011119074326/members.aol.com/PHarri5642/jeffers.htm by John Courtney <br class="br">Context: I believe that the Universe is one being, all its parts are different expressions of the same energy, and they are all in communication with each other, therefore parts of one organic whole. (This is physics, I believe, as well as religion.) The parts change and pass, or die, people and races and rocks and stars, none of them seems to me important in itself, but only the whole. This whole is in all its parts so beautiful, and is felt by me to be so intensely in earnest, that I am compelled to love it and to think of it as divine. It seems to me that this whole alone is worthy of the deeper sort of love and there is peace, freedom, I might say a kind of salvation, in turning one's affections outward toward this one God, rather than inwards on one's self, or on humanity, or on human imaginations and abstractions — the world of spirits.<br>I think it is our privilege and felicity to love God for his beauty, without claiming or expecting love from him. We are not important to him, but he to us.