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Archives - July 2001

July 1, 2001

Summertime is the time of sharpest memory.

– Ruth Sidransky, <em>'In Silence'</em>

July 2, 2001

I know only two tunes: one is "Yankee Doodle" and the other isn't.

– Ulysses S. Grant, attributed

July 3, 2001

The God who gave us life, gave us liberty at the same time.

– Thomas Jefferson, &nbsp;SUMMARY VIEW OF THE RIGHTS OF BRITISH AMERICA

July 4, 2001

My efforts to cut out 50,000 words may sometimes result in my adding 75,000.

– Thomas Wolfe

July 5, 2001

I'm a universal patriot, if you could understand me rightly: my country is the world.

– Charlotte Bronte, THE PROFESSOR

July 6, 2001

People say life is everything, but I prefer reading.

– Logan Pearsall Smith, AFTERTHOUGHTS

July 7, 2001

A well-written life is almost as rare as a well spent one.

– Thomas Carlyle, RICHTER

July 8, 2001

Summer days for me/When every leaf is on its tree.

– Christina Rosetti, &quot;Summer&quot;

July 9, 2001

Charm is a way of getting the answer "yes," without ever having asked a clear question.

– Albert Camus, THE FALL

July 10, 2001

The nation that destroys its soil destroys itself.

– Franklin D. Roosevelt

July 11, 2001

I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.

– Ernest Hemingway, DEATH IN THE AFTERNOON

July 12, 2001

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thoughts.

– Percy Bysshe Shelley, TO A SKYLARK

July 13, 2001

The sun pours out like wine.

– Lizette Woodworth Reese, &quot;Trust&quot;

July 14, 2001

Life is an abnormal business.

– Eugene Ionesco, RHINOCEROS

July 15, 2001

Few things are harder to put up with than the annoyance of a good example.

– PUDD'NHEAD WILSON

July 16, 2001

Once you hear the details of a victory, it is hard to separate it from a defeat.

– Jean-Paul Satre, LE DIABLE ET LE BON DIEU

July 17, 2001

Nature and books belong to the eyes that see them.

– Ralph Waldo Emerson, &quot;The Poet&quot;

July 18, 2001

The softness of the summer day [was] like an ermine paw.

– Anais Nin, THE DIARY OF ANAIS NIN, VOLUME 2

July 19, 2001

I always pass on good advice. It's the only thing to do with it. It is never of any use to oneself.

– Oscar Wilde, AN IDEAL HUSBAND

July 20, 2001

Some books are undeservedly forgotten: none are undeservedly remembered.

– W.H.Auden, &quot;Reading&quot;

July 21, 2001

Art is science made clear.

– Jean Cocteau, LE COQ ET L'ARLEQUIN

July 22, 2001

I love the valiant; but it is not enough to wield a broadsword, one also must know against whom.

– Fredrich Nietzsche, THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA

July 23, 2001

July was the month when summer, like bread in the oven, might change color, but it would rise no higher. It was at its height.

– Jessamyn West, LEAFY RIVERS

July 24, 2001

To have great poets, there must be great audiences, too.

– Walt Whitman, NOTES LEFT OVER

July 25, 2001

When I play with my cat, who knows if I am not a pastime to her more than she is to me?

– Montaigne, ESSAYS

July 26, 2001

The sun is as dispassionate as the hand of a man who greets you with his mind on other things.

– Beryl Markham, WEST WITH THE NIGHT

July 27, 2001

I've been on a calendar, but I've never been on time.

– Marilyn Monroe, LOOK

July 28, 2001

One learns in life to keep silent and draw one's own confusions.

– Cornelia Otis Skinner

July 29, 2001

The heat was like a hand in the face all day and night.

– Josephine W. Johnson, NOW IN NOVEMBER

July 30, 2001

Sound loves to revel in a summer night.

– Edgar Allan Poe, AL AARAAF

July 31, 2001

Time is the longest distance between two places.

– Tennessee Williams, THE GLASS MENAGERIE