Any advertisement in public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It belongs to you. It's yours to take, re-arrange, and

Any advertisement in public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It belongs to you. It's yours to take, re-arrange, and re-use. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head. -Banksy, street artist (b. 1974)

It is necessary to the happiness of man that he be mentally faithful to himself. Infidelity does not consist in believing, or in disbelieving; it...

It is necessary to the happiness of man that he be mentally faithful to himself. Infidelity does not consist in believing, or in disbelieving; it consists in professing to believe what he does not believe. -Thomas Paine, philosopher and writer (1737-1809)

A man's library is a sort of harem. -Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)

A man's library is a sort of harem.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)

Don't surrender your loneliness so quickly. Let it cut more deeply. Let it ferment and season you as few human or even divine ingredients can. -Hafez

Don't surrender your loneliness / So quickly. / Let it cut more deeply. / Let it ferment and season you / As few human / Or even divine ingredients can. -Hafez, poet (1315-1390)

A decent provision for the poor is the true test of civilization. -Samuel Johnson, lexicographer (1709-1784)

A decent provision for the poor is the true test of civilization.
Samuel Johnson, lexicographer (1709-1784)

The tragedy of modern war is not so much that young men die but that they die fighting each other, instead of their real enemies back home in the capi

The tragedy of modern war is not so much that young men die but that they die fighting each other, instead of their real enemies back home in the capitals.
Edward Abbey, naturalist and author (1927-1989)

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
-Oscar Wilde, writer (1854-1900)