Johann Gottlieb Fichte book The Vocation of Man
Jane Sinnett, trans 1846 p. 60
The Vocation of Man (1800), Knowledge
10 July 1834
Table Talk (1821–1834)
Johann Gottlieb Fichte book The Vocation of Man
Jane Sinnett, trans 1846 p. 60
The Vocation of Man (1800), Knowledge
Salvador Dalí (1904–1989) Spanish artist
Source: Quotes of Salvador Dali, 1961 - 1970, Diary of a Genius (1964), p. 126 In: L'amour; as quoted in Dali and Me.
“Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality.”
Anaïs Nin (1903–1977) writer of novels, short stories, and erotica
“I am living permanently in my dream, from which I make brief forays into reality.”
Ingmar Bergman (1918–2007) Swedish filmmaker
Source: Images: My Life in Film
Martin Farquhar Tupper (1810–1889) English writer and poet
Forty, l. 29-32.
Ballads for the Times (1851)
Muriel Rukeyser (1913–1980) poet and political activist
Note, on "The Book of the Dead"
U.S. 1 (1938), The Book of the Dead
Context: This is to be a summary poem of the life of the Atlantic coast of this country, nourished by the communications which run down it. Gauley Bridge is inland, but it was created by theories, systems, and workmen from many coastal sections — factors which are, in the end, not regional or national. Local images have one kind of reality. U. S. 1 will, I hope, have that kind and another too. Poetry can extend the document.
Woody Guthrie (1912–1967) American singer-songwriter and folk musician
"Notes about Music" (29 March 1946) http://web.archive.org/19991001055247/www.geocities.com/Nashville/3448/music.html also quoted in A Race of Singers: Whitman's Working-Class Hero from Guthrie to Springsteen (2000) by Bryan K. Garman, p. 244 <br class="br">Context: I have hoped as many hopes and dreamed so many dreams, seen them swept aside by weather, and blown away by men, washed away in my own mistakes, that — I use to wonder if it wouldn't be better just to haul off and quit hoping. Just protect my own inner brain, my own mind and heart, by drawing it up into a hard knot, and not having any more hopes or dreams at all. Pull in my feelings, and call back all of my sentiments — and not let any earthly event move me in either direction, either cause me to hate, to fear, to love, to care, to take sides, to argue the matter at all — and, yet … there are certain good times, and pleasures that I never can forget, no matter how much I want to, because the pleasures, and the displeasures, the good times and the bad, are really all there is to me.<br>And these pleasures that you cannot ever forget are the yeast that always starts working in your mind again, and it gets in your thoughts again, and in your eyes again, and then, all at once, no matter what has happened to you, you are building a brand new world again, based and built on the mistakes, the wreck, the hard luck and trouble of the old one.