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Toward seven o'clock every morning, I leave my study and step Out on the bright terrace; the sun already burns resplendent Between the shadows of the fig tree, makes the low wall of coarse Granite warm to the touch. Here my tools lie ready and waiting, Each one an intimate, an ally: the round basket for weeds: The zappetta, the small hoe with a short haft ... There's a rake here as well, at at times a mattock and spade, Or two watering cans filled with water warmed by the sun. With my basket and small hoe in hand, facing the sun, I Go out for my morning walk. Herman Hesse		Tuesday Jul 15, 2025
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People who are always taking care of their health are like misers, who are hoarding a treasure which they have never spirit enough to enjoy. Laurence Sterne

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Laurence Sterne

Laurence Sterne

Laurence Sterne (November 24, 1713 - March 18, 1768) was an Irish-born English novelist and an Anglican clergyman. He is best known for his novels The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman , and A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy ; but he also published sermons, wrote memoirs, and was involved in local politics. Sterne died in London after years of fighting tuberculosis.

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The excellency of this text is that it will suit any sermon - and of this sermon - that it will suit any text.

So that when I stretched out my hand, I caught hold of the fille de chambre's.

A man who values a good night's rest will not lie down with enmity in his heart, if he can help it.

And of obstinacy in a bad one.

Courtship consists in a number of quiet attentions, not so pointed as to alarm, nor so vague as not to be understood.

Learning is the dictionary, but sense the grammar of science

Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other.

People who are always taking care of their health are like misers, who are hoarding a treasure which they have never spirit enough to enjoy.

Solitude is the best nurse of wisdom.

Said my mother, 'What is all this story about?' 'A Cock and a Bull', said Yorick.

A man should know something of his own country, too, before he goes abroad.

The nonsense of the old women (Of both sexes).

Whenever a man talks loudly against religion - Always suspect that it is not his reason, but his passions which have got the better of his creed.

Writing, when properly managed (as you may be sure I think mine is), is but a different name for conversation.

You forget the great Lipsius, quoth Yorick, who composed a work the day he was born - They should have wiped it up, said my uncle Toby, and said no more about it.

There is no disputing about taste.

Algebra is the metaphysics of arithmetic.

The accusing spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in; and the recording angel as he wrote it down dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out forever.

I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba and cry, 'Tis all barren!'

'They order,' said I, 'this matter better in France.'

Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world, though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst, the cant of criticism is the most tormenting!

Great wits jump.

The desire of knowledge, like the thirst of riches, increases ever with the acquisition of it.

Tis known by the name of perseverance in a good cause,and of obstinacy in a bad one.

Whenever a man talks loudly against religion,always suspect that it is not his reason, but his passions which have got the better of his creed.

I am sick as a horse.

'Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery,' said I, 'still thou art a bitter draught.'

'Our armies swore terribly in Flanders,' cried my Uncle Toby, 'but nothing to this.'

God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.

Trust that man in nothing who has not a conscience in everything.

The sad vicissitude of things.

Go, poor devil, get thee gone! Why should I hurt thee? This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me.

Positiveness is a most absurd foible. If you are in the right, it lessens your triumph; if in the wrong, it adds shame to your defeat.