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SAYINGS ABOUT GENIUS

Genius is the service of the whole race, as the normal intellect is the service of the individual.

Schopenhauer


The proportion of genius to the vulgar, is like one to a million. To compare useful people with geniuses,  is to compare brick with diamond.

Schopenhauer


Every man has a genius for something, a native ability which needs only some development to make its prossessor successful, perhaps distinguished.

Anon.


Every one excels in something in which others fail.

Syrus


Genius consists in an exagggerated development of one faculty at the expense of others.

Lambrusso


Every man who observes vigilanty and resolves steadfastly, grows unconsciously into genius.

Lytton


How many a rustic Minton has passed by, stifling the speechless longings of his heart, to mold a pin or fabricate a nail.

Shelley


Genius runs smoothly, it is the baser melat of the world that makes the noise.

S.B. Stanton.

THE SCORPION by Roald Dahl

THE SCORPION

The scorpion’s name is Stingaling,
A most repulsive ugly thing,
And I would never recommend
That you should treat him as a friend.
His scaly skin is black as black
With armour-plate upon his back.
Observe his scowling murderous face,
His wicked eyes, his lack of grace,
Note well his long and crinkly tail.
And when it starts to swish and flail,
Oh gosh! Watch out! Jump back, I say,
And run till you’re a mile away.
The moment that his tail goes swish
He has but one determined wish,
He wants to make a sudden jump
And sting you hard upon your rump.
"What is the matter, darling  child?"
"Why do you look so tense and wild?"
"Oh, mummy, underneath the sheet
"There's something moving on my feet,
"Some horrid creepy crawly thing,
"D'you think it could be Stingaling?"
"What nonsense child! You're teasing me."
"I'm not, I'm not! It's reached my knee!
"It's going... going up my thigh!
"Oh, mummy, catch it quickly! Try!
"It's on... it's on my bottom now!
"It's... Ow! Ow-ow! Ow-ow! OW-OW!

SAYINGS ABOUT AGE

The noiseless foot of time steals by, and ere we dream of manhood, age is nigh.

Gilford


LIttle fly, your life is but a summer, mine is no more, though repeated to three score. Three score summers when they are gone, will appear as short as one.

Anon.


People who perish suddenly escape the horrow of noticing themselves wear out gradually.

L.W. Nieman


It is a bore to be past seventy, for you are then left for almost immediate execution.

Sidney Smith


Old age itself is a disease, and one from which there is no recovery.

Proverb


Age makes many a man white, but not better.

Proverb


No one need regret old age, if he has left his work well done behind him.

Carlyle


I shall grow old but never lose life's zest, because the road's last turning will be the best.

Anon.

CINDERELLA by Roald Dahl

CINDERELLA

I guess you think you know this story.
You don’t. The real one’s much more gory.
The phoney one, the one you know,
Was cooked up years and years ago,
And made to sound all soft and sappy
Just to keep the children happy.
Mind you, they got the first bit right,
The bit where, in the dead of night,
The Ugly Sisters, jewels and all,
Departed for the Palace Ball,
While darling little Cinderella
Was locked up in a slimy cellar,
Where rats who wanted things to eat,
Began to nibble at her feet.
She bellowed, ‘Help!’ and ‘Let me out!’
The Magic Fairy heard her shout.
Appearing in a blaze of light,
She said, ‘My dear, are you all right?’
'All right?'' cried Cindy. ‘Can’t you see
‘I feel as rotten as can be!’
She beat her fist against the wall,
And shouted, ‘Get me to the Ball!
‘There is a Disco at the Palace!
‘The rest have gone and I am jealous!
‘I want a dress! I want a coach!
‘And earrings and a diamond brooch!
‘And silver slippers, two of those!
‘And lovely nylon panty-hose!
‘Done up like that I’ll guarantee
‘The handsome Prince will fall for me!’
The Fairy said, ‘Hang on a tick.’
She gave her wand a mighty flick
And quickly, in no time at all,
Cindy was at the Palace Ball!
It made the Ugly Sisters wince
To see her dancing with the Prince.
She held him very tight and pressed
Herself against his manly chest.
The Prince himself was turned to pulp,
All he could do was gasp and gulp.
Then midnight struck. She shouted, ‘Heck!
‘I’ve got to run to save my neck!’
The Prince cried, ‘No! Alas! Alack!’
He grabbed her dress to hold her back.
As Cindy shouted, ‘Let me go!’
The dress was ripped from head to toe.
She ran out in her underwear,
And lost one slipper on the stair.
The Prince was on it like a dart,
He pressed it to his pounding heart,
‘The girl this slipper fits,’ he cried,
‘Tomorrow morn shall be my bride!
‘I’ll visit every house in town
‘Until I’ve tracked the maiden down!’
Then rather carelessly, I fear,
He placed it on a crate of beer.
At once, one of the Ugly Sisters
(The one whose face was blotched with blisters)
Sneaked up and grabbed the dainty shoe,
And quickly flushed it down the loo.
Then in its place she calmly put
The slipper from her own left foot.
Ah-ha, you see, the plot grows thicker,
And Cindy’s luck starts looking sicker.
Next day, the Prince went charging down
To knock on all the doors in town.
In every house, the tension grew.
Who was the owner of the shoe?
The shoe was long and very wide.
(A normal foot got lost inside.)
Also it smelled a wee bit icky.
(The owner’s feet were hot and sticky.)
Thousands of eager people came
To try it on, but all in vain.
Now came the Ugly Sisters’ go.
One tried it on. The Prince screamed, ‘No!’
But she screamed, ‘Yes! It fits! Whoopee!
‘So now you’ve got to marry me!’
The Prince went white from ear to ear.
He muttered, ‘Let me out of here.’
‘Oh no you don’t! You’ve made a vow!
‘There’s no way you can back out now!’
‘Off with her head!’ the Prince roared back.
They chopped it off with one big whack.
This pleased the Prince. He smiled and said,
‘She’s prettier without her head.’
Then up came Sister Number Two,
Who yelled, ‘Now I will try the shoe!’
‘Try this instead!’ the Prince yelled back.
He swung his trusty sword and smack –
Her head went crashing to the ground.
It bounced a bit and rolled around.
In the kitchen, peeling spuds,
Cinderella heard the thuds
Of bouncing heads upon the floor,
And poked her own head round the door.
‘What’s all the racket?’ Cindy cried.
‘Mind your own bizz,’ the Prince replied.
Poor Cindy’s heart was torn to shreds.
My Prince! she thought. He chops off heads
How could I marry anyone
Who does that sort of thing for fun?
The Prince cried, ‘Who’s this dirty mutt?
‘Off with her nut! Off with her nut!’
Just then, all in a blaze of light,
The Magic Fairy hove in sight,
Her Magic Wand went swoosh and swish!
‘Cindy!’ she cried. ‘Come make a wish!
‘Wish anything and have no doubt
‘That I will make it come about!’
Cindy answered, ‘Oh kind Fairy,
‘This time I shall be more wary.
‘No more Princes, no more money.
‘I have had my taste of honey.
‘I’m wishing for a decent man.
‘They’re hard to find. D’you think you can?’
Within a minute, Cinderella
Was married to a lovely feller,
A simple jam-maker by trade,
Who sold good home-made marmalade.
Their house was filled with smiles and laughter
And they were happy ever after.

SAYINGS ABOUT PEACE

Beautiful is peace! But war too, has its mission, the promoter as it is, of the destiny of man.

Schiller


At the present stage of our moral development, perpetual peace is a mere dream.

Von Moltke


Peace with imposition and tyrany, may profitably exchanged for war.

Terence


A peace at-any price policy, inevitably brings stagnation and invites disaster.

S.B. Stanton


"I love peace, but not peace at any price." Still in thy right hand carry peace.

Shakespeare


Peace rules the day where reason rules the mind.

Collins


Ah! Where shall all men's good be each man's rule, and universal peace lie like a shaft of light across the land?

Anon.

THE CROCODILE by Roald Dahl

THE CROCODILE

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No animal is half so vile
As Crocky-Wock the crocodile.
On Saturdays he likes to crunch
Six juicy children for his lunch,
And he especially enjoys
Just three of each, three girls, three boys.
He smears the boys (to make them hot)
With mustard from the mustard pot.
But mustard doesn’t go with girls,
It tastes all wrong with plaits and curls.
With them, what goes extremely well
Is butterscotch and caramel.
It’s such a super marvellous treat
When boys are hot and girls are sweet.
At least that’s Crocky’s point of view.
He ought to know. He’s had a few.
That’s all for now. It’s time for bed
Lie down and rest your sleepy head . . .
Ssh! Listen! What is that I hear
Gallumphing softly up the stair?
Go lock the door and fetch my gun!
Go on, child, hurry! Quickly, run!
No, stop! Stand back! He’s coming in!
Oh, look, that greasy greenish skin!
The shining teeth, the greedy smile!
It’s CROCKY-WOCK, THE CROCODILE!

SAYINGS ABOUT LIFE

Life is a succession of lessons that must be lived to be understood.

Beecher


We make life what it is by our attitude toward it.

Bernen


All lifes are beautiful in which the sovereign thought has been for others.

Queen of Romania


Are we not spirits, shaped into a body, into an appearance and that fade away again into air and invisibility? We start out of nothing, take figure and are apparitions.

Carlyle


Our own existence is a mystery forever beyond our comprehension.

Herbert Spencer


It is worth everything to face life with the right outlook. Our view of life moulds our life.

Grison Marden


Man may make life what he pleases, and give it as much worth both for himself and others as he has energy for. Over his moral and intellectual being his sway is complete.

Humboldt


Life must be lived on a higher plane, there the whole aspect of things change.

Emerson


Life nobly, how long or short permit to heaven.

Milton


What is life? – A passing bubble on the rapid stream of time, - a fleeting shadow on the shifting scenes of earth.

Did you ever stop to think
That this life is just a wink,
And that soon you will be charged up to the past?
So be merry just today
For tomorrow has its way;
It may end the resolutions just began.

Tim Sheean


 

MATILDA by Hilare Belloc

MATILDA

Who Told Lies and Was Burned to Death
(From Cautionary Tales For Children)

Matilda told such Dreadful Lies,
It made one Gasp and Stretched one’s Eyes;
Her Aunt, who, from her Earliest Youth,
Had kept a Strict Regard for Truth,
Attempted to Believe Matilda:
The effort very nearly killed her,
And would have done so, had not She
Discovered this Infirmity.
For once, towards the Close of Day,
Matilda, growing tired of play,
And finding she was left alone,
Went tiptoe to the Telephone
And summoned the Immediate Aid
Of London’s Noble Fire-Brigade.
Within an hour the Gallant Band
Were pouring in on every hand,
From Putney, Hackney Downs and Bow,
With Courage high and Hearts a-glow
They galloped, roaring through the Town,
«Matilda’s House is Burning Down!»
Inspired by British Cheers and Loud
Proceeding from the Frenzied Crowd,
They ran their ladders through a score
Of windows on the Ball Room Floor;
And took Peculiar Pains to Souse
The Pictures up and down the House,
Until Matilda’s Aunt succeeded
In showing them they were not needed
And even then she had to pay
To get the Men to go away
It happened that a few Weeks later
Her Aunt was oil lo the Theatre
To see that Interesting play
«The Second Mrs. Tanqueray».
She had refused to take her Niece
To hear this Entertaining Piece:
A Deprivation Just and Wise
To Punish her for Telling Lies.
That Night a Fire did break out —
You should have heard Matilda Shout!
You should have heard her Scream and Bawl.
And through the window up and call
To People passing in the Street —
(The rapidly increasing Heat
Encouraging her to obtain
Their confidence)—but all in vain!
For every time She shouted «Fire!»
They only answered «Little Liar!»
And therefore when her Aunt returned,
Matilda, and the House, were Burned.

SAYINGS ABOUT LOVE

Love works a different way in different minds, the foolenlightens and the wise he blinds.

Dryden


In love we become magnificent. A man can be so changed and enobled by love, as to be unrecognizable as the same person.

Terence


The maiden imagines the sicerity behind the love-lit face, - what is she to believe in if not in this vision woven from within?

George Eliot


The final purpose of love and courtship is more important than all the other aims of life, for it is the initiative by which the new generation presses on into existence.

Schopenhauer


In love, we are directly under the sway of nature; our usual prudence and selfinterest forsake us, free-will is subordinated, and, for the time being, the subconscious wil leads and commands us.

Burroughs


 

THE COW by Roald Dahl

THE COW

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Please listen while I tell you now
About a most fantastic cow.
Miss Milky Daisy was her name,
And when, aged seven months, she came
To live with us, she did her best
To look the same as all the rest.
But Daisy, as we all could see
Had some kind of deformity,
A funny sort of bumpy lump
On either side, above the rump.
Now, not so very long ago,
These bumpy lumps began to grow,
And three or maybe four months later,
(I stood there, an enthralled spectator)
These bumpy lumps burst wide apart
And out there came (I cross my heart)
Of all the wondrous marvelous things,
A pair of gold and silver wings!
A cow with wings! A flying cow!
I’d never seen one up to now.
“Oh Daisy dear, can this be true?”
She flapped her wings and up she flew!
Most gracefully she climbed up high,
She fairly whizzed across the sky.
You should have seen her dive and swoop!
She even did a loop the loop!
Of course, almost immediately
Her picture was on live T.V.,
And millions came each day to stare
At Milky Daisy in the air.
The shouted “Jeepers Creepers! Wow!
“It really is a flying cow!”
They laughed and clapped and cheered and waved,
And all of them were well-behaved
Except for one quite horrid man
Who’d travelled from Afghanistan.
This fellow, standing in the crowd,
Raised up his voice and yelled aloud,
“That silly cow! Hey, listen Daisy!
“I think you’re absolutely crazy!”
Unfortunately, Daisy heard
Quite clearly every single word.
“By gosh,” she cried, “what awful cheek!
“Who is this silly foreign freak?”
She dived, and using all her power
She got to sixty miles an hour.
“Bombs gone!” she cried. “Take that!” she said,
And dropped a cowpat on his head.