Undiversified Risk Quotes & Sayings

With faith, we can walk though the faire un-harmed. — Lailah Gifty Akita

There is another connection between infancy and dreams: both are followed by amnesia. When we emerge from either state, we have great difficulty remembering what we have experienced. In both cases, I would suggest, the left hemisphere of the neocortex, which is responsible for analytic
recollection, has been functioning ineffectively. — Carl Sagan

Such meeting reveal that which we all darkly suspect about those whose art we have loved: that they are unlikely to be whatever it is we imagine them to be. — Morrissey

It's lucky King Damianos is at Delpha,' said Charls, uncertainly. 'There's no need to worry that the Prince is away so close to the Ascension.' 'Yes, this would be a terrible idea otherwise,' said Lamen. — C.S. Pacat

The candle-end was flickering out in the battered candlestick, dimly lighting up in the poverty stricken room the murderer and the harlot who had so strangely been reading together the eternal book. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

It's always been my formula to get the next picture set up before anyone's seen the last one. — Alan Rudolph

My policy is trust peace and to put aside the bayonet. — Rutherford B. Hayes

Nudist Colony Halloween parties are especially scary. They give the word "moon" a new cruel meaning. — Ray Palla

The fact that you are free is not your achievement, but rather a failure on our side. — Felix Dzerzhinsky

I'm a bit uncomfortable, truth be told, with being seen as an expert, because there is always so much more to learn. I see myself as a perpetual student of the goddess. — Patricia Monaghan

Painting is something that takes place among the colors, and one has to leave them alone completely, so that they can settle the matter among themselves. Their intercourse: this is the whole of painting. Whoever meddles, arranges, injects his human deliberation, his wit, his advocacy, his intellectual agility in any way, is already disturbing and clouding their activity. — Rainer Maria Rilke

Autumn

Autumn: the year breathes dully towards its death,
beside its dying sacrificial fire;
the dim world's middle-age of vain desire
is strangely troubled, waiting for the breath
that speaks the winter's welcome malison
to fix it in the unremembering sleep:
the silent woods brood o'er an anxious deep,
and in the faded sorrow of the sun,
I see my dreams' dead colours, one by one,
forth-conjur'd from their smouldering palaces,
fade slowly with the sigh of the passing year.
They wander not nor wring their hands nor weep,
discrown'd belated dreams! but in the drear
and lingering world we sit among the trees
and bow our heads as they, with frozen mouth,
looking, in ashen reverie, towards the clear
sad splendour of the winter of the far south.


Christopher John Brennan — Christopher John Brennan

Virture offers the only path in this life that leads to tranquility. — Juvenal