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We cannot know, we cannot name the Divine, nor can we understand its ways as manifested in nature and human life. We ask why there should be suffering and sin, we cannot answer the question. All we can say is, it is willed to be so. Some help our human understanding may find, however, by simply imagining what would have been our life if the power of evil had not been given us. It seems to me that in that case we, human beings as we are, should never have had a conception of what is meant by good: we should have been like the birds in the air, happier, it may be, but better, no. Or if suffering had always been reserved for the bad, we should all have become the most cunning angels. Often when I am met by a difficulty which seems insoluble, I try that experiment, and say, Let us see what would happen if it were otherwise. Still, I confess there is some suffering on earth which goes beyond all understanding, which even the truest Christian love and charity seems unable to remove or mitigate. It can teach us one thing only, that we are blind, and that in the darkness of the night we lose our faith in a Dawn which will drive away darkness, fear, and despair. Much, no doubt, could be done even by what is now called Communism, but what in earlier days was called Christianity. And then one wonders whether the world can ever again become truly Christian. I dare not call myself a Christian. I have hardly met the men in all my life who deserved that name. Again, I say, let us do our best, knowing all the time that our best is a mere nothing.

Friedrich Max Müller     Thoughts on Life and Religion

You would think that, if our lips were made of horn, and stuck out a foot or two from our faces, kisses at any rate would be done for. Not so. No creatures kiss each other so much as birds.--_Charles Buxton._

Maturin M. Ballou     Pearls of Thought

A voiceless song in an ageless light Sings at the coming dawn Birds in flight are calling there Where the heart moves the stones It's there that my heart is calling All for the love of you.

Loreena McKennitt

By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.

CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. 1565-1593.     _The Passionate Shepherd to his Love._

What! Do you not say yourself that the sky and the birds prove God?--No.--And does not your religion say so?--No. For however it may be true in a sense for some souls to whom God has given this light, it is nevertheless false in regard to the majority.

Blaise Pascal     The Thoughts of Blaise Pascal

Early birds catch the worms.

_Sc. Pr._

That time of year thou may'st in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,-- Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616.     _Sonnet lxxiii._

Malis avibus=--With a bad omen (

_lit._ with bad birds). Cicero.

The reason of this is that small birds being without down cannot support the intense cold of the high altitudes in which the vultures and eagles or and other great birds, well supplied with down and clothed with many kinds of feathers, [fly]. Again, the small birds, having delicate and thin wings, support themselves in the low air, which is denser, and they could not bear up in the rarer air, which affords slighter resistance.

Leonardo da Vinci     Thoughts on Art and Life

What a kid I got, I told him about the birds and the bees and he told me about the butcher and my wife. ― Rodney Dangerfield

Funny quote of unknown origin

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, / With charm of earliest birds.

_Milton._

By shallow rivers to whose falls / Melodious birds sing madrigals.

_Marlowe._

The fourteenth of February is a day sacred to St. Valentine! It was a very odd notion, alluded to by Shakespeare, that on this day birds begin to couple; hence, perhaps, arose the custom of sending on this day letters containing professions of love and affection.--_Noah Webster._

Maturin M. Ballou     Pearls of Thought

Men who do not keep their word, without faith, without honour, without truth, double hearted, double tongued, like the reproach once flung at that amphibious creature in the fable, who kept itself in a doubtful position between the fish and the birds.

Blaise Pascal     The Thoughts of Blaise Pascal

With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons, and their change,--all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful ev'ning mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train: But neither breath of morn when she ascends With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower, Glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful ev'ning mild, nor silent night With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.

JOHN MILTON. 1608-1674.     _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 639._

Gens de meme famille=--Birds of a feather.

French.

God gives birds their food, but they must fly for it.

_Dut. Pr._

Fine feathers make fine birds.

Proverb.

The shafts formed in the shoulders of the wings of birds have been so devised by ingenious nature {178} as to occasion a convenient pliancy in the direct impetus which often occurs in the swift flight of birds, since she found it more practical to bend a small part of the wing in the direct flight than the whole of it.

Leonardo da Vinci     Thoughts on Art and Life

If those who lead you say, "See, the Kingdom is in the sky", then the birds of the sky will precede you. If they say to you, "It is in the sea", then the fish will precede you. Rather, the Kingdom is inside of you, and it is outside of you. When you come to know yourselves, then you will become known, and you will realize that it is you who are the sons of the living Father. But if you will not know yourselves, you dwell in poverty and it is you who are that poverty.

Yeshua (Jesus Christ) (Good Friday for Western Christianity, 25 March 2005

Scientific observation tell us that living birds form a group or class of animals, through which a certain form of skeleton runs; and that this kind of skeleton differs in certain well-defined characters from that of mammals. On the other hand, if anyone utterly ignorant of osteology, but endowed with the artistic sense of form, were set before a bird skeleton and a mammalian skeleton, he would at once see that the two were similar and yet different. Very likely he would be unable to give clear expression to his just sense of the differences and resemblances; perhaps he would make great mistakes in detail if he tried. Nevertheless, he would be able to draw from memory a couple of sketches, in which all the salient points of likeness and unlikeness would be reproduced with sufficient accuracy. The mere osteologist, however accurately he might put the resemblances and differences into words, if he lacked the artistic visualising faculty, might be hopelessly incompetent to perform any such feat; lost in details, it might not even occur to him that it was possible; or, still more probably, the habit of looking for differences might impair the perception of resemblances.

T. H. Huxley     Aphorisms and Reflections from the Works of T. H. Huxley

What a kid I got, I told him about the birds and the bees and he told me about the butcher and my wife.

Rodney Dangerfield

Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west.

ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. 1809-1861.     _Toll slowly._

The eagle suffers little birds to sing.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616.     _Titus Andronicus. Act iv. Sc. 4._

I'm not good at the friends thing. I'm the human equivalent of one of those baby birds that fall out of a nest and then some nice person picks the baby bird up and puts it back. Except that now the baby bird smells all wrong. I think I smell wrong.

Kelly Link

We do not ask for what useful purpose the birds do sing, for song is their pleasure since they were created for singing. Similarly, we ought not to ask why the human mind troubles to fathom the secrets of the heavens. The diversity of the phenomena of nature is so great and the treasures hidden in the heavens so rich precisely in order that the human mind shall never be lacking in fresh enrichment.

Johannes Kepler

>Birds of a feather will gather together.

ROBERT BURTON. 1576-1640.     _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._

God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages.

Jacques Deval

Old birds are not caught with chaff.

Proverb.

Old birds are hard to pluck.

Proverb.

Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.

Stephen King

She what was honour knew, And with obsequious majesty approv'd My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower I led her blushing like the morn; all heaven And happy constellations on that hour Shed their selectest influence; the earth Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill; Joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub.

JOHN MILTON. 1608-1674.     _Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 508._

Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labour and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.

_Burton._

The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man hath not where to lay his head.

NEW TESTAMENT.     _Matthew viii. 20._

For, lo! the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.

OLD TESTAMENT.     _The Song of Solomon ii. 11, 12._

The forests in summer days are full of birds' nests. They are hidden among the leaves. The little birds know where they are; and when a storm arises, or when night draws on, they fly, each to his own nest. So the promises of God are hidden in the Bible, like nests in the great forests; and thither we should fly in any danger or alarm, hiding there in our soul's nest until the storm be overpast. There are no castles in this world so impregnable as the words of Christ.--_J. R. Miller._

Various     Thoughts for the Quiet Hour

Carter says I should tell you why it's called that. It's a cave full of all sorts of birds. Again--duh

Rick Riordan, The Serpent's Shadow

In order to arrive at knowledge of the motions of birds in the air, it is first necessary to acquire knowledge of the winds, which we will prove by the motions of water in itself, and this knowledge will be a step enabling us to arrive at the knowledge of beings that fly between the air and the wind.

Leonardo da Vinci     Thoughts on Art and Life

Meat is devoured by the birds in the air, by the beasts in the fields, and by the fishes in the waters; so, in every situation, there is plenty.

_Hitopadesa._

Its brightness, mighty divinity! has a fleeting empire over the day, giving gladness to the fields, color to the flowers, the season of the loves, harmonious hour of wakening birds.--_Calderon._

Maturin M. Ballou     Pearls of Thought

>Birds of prey do not flock together.

_Port. Pr._

The eagle suffers little birds to sing.

_Tit. Andron._, iv. 4.

I have found that in the composition of the human body as compared with the bodies of {46} animals the senses are less subtle and coarser; it is thus composed of less ingenious machinery and of cells less capable of receiving the power of senses. I have seen that in the lion the sense of smell is connected with the substance of the brain and descends through the nostrils which form an ample receptacle for it; and it enters into a great number of cartilaginous cells which are provided with many passages in order to receive the brain. A large part of the head of the lion is given up to the sockets of the eyes, and the optic nerves are in immediate contact with the brain; the contrary occurs in man, because the sockets of the eyes occupy a small portion of the head, and the optic nerves are subtle and long and weak, and owing to the weakness of their action we see little by day and less at night; and the animals above mentioned see better at night than in the daytime; and the proof of this is that they seek their prey at night and sleep during the daytime, as do also the nocturnal birds.

Leonardo da Vinci     Thoughts on Art and Life

THE WRATH TO COME. — MATTHEW 3:7 I t is pleasant to pass over a country after a storm has spent itself—to smell the freshness of the herbs after the rain has passed away, and to note the drops while they glisten like purest diamonds in the sunlight. That is the position of a Christian. He is going through a land where the storm has spent itself upon His Savior’s head, and if there be a few drops of sorrow falling, they distill from clouds of mercy, and Jesus cheers him by the assurance that they are not for his destruction. But how terrible it is to witness the approach of a tempest—to note the forewarnings of the storm; to mark the birds of heaven as they droop their wings; to see the cattle as they lay their heads low in terror; to discern the face of the sky as it grows black, and to find the sun obscured, and the heavens angry and frowning! How terrible to await the dread advance of a hurricane, to wait in terrible apprehension till the wind rushes forth in fury, tearing up trees from their roots, forcing rocks from their pedestals, and hurling down all the dwelling-places of man! And yet, sinner, this is your present position. No hot drops have fallen as yet, but a shower of fire is coming. No terrible winds howl around you, but God’s tempest is gathering its dread artillery. So far the water-floods are dammed up by mercy, but the floodgates will soon be opened: The thunderbolts of God are still in His storehouse, the tempest is coming, and how awful will that moment be when God, robed in vengeance, shall march forth in fury! Where, where, where, O sinner, will you hide your head, or where will you run to? May the hand of mercy lead you now to Christ! He is freely set before you in the Gospel: His pierced side is the place of shelter. You know your need of Him; believe in Him, cast yourself upon Him, and then the fury shall be past forever.

Charles H. Spurgeon

Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.

MIGUEL DE CERVANTES. 1547-1616.     _Don Quixote. Part ii. Chap. lxxiv._

I shall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau If birds confabulate or no.

WILLIAM COWPER. 1731-1800.     _Pairing Time Anticipated._

Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.

_Cervantes._

The perfect weather that had allowed us to get the oats and corn in ahead of time probably also contributed to the dearth of migrating warblers. With no storms to force the birds down, they overflew this area on their northward journey. At least I hope that is the reason. I fear, though, that the cutting down of the tropical rain forests (the winter home for many warblers) to create ranches that will provide cheap beef for fast-food restaurants in the United States may also be partly responsible for the dearth.

David Kline

The birds without barn or storehouse are fed: / From them let us learn to trust for our bread.

_Newton._

It happens as with cages, the birds without despair to get in, and those within despair of getting out.

_Montaigne._

There is a very beautiful device by which the Japanese are accustomed to express their wishes for their friends. It is the figure of a drum in which the birds have built their nest. The story told of it is that once there lived a good king, so anxiously concerned for the welfare of his people that at the palace gate he set a drum, and whoever had any wrong to be redressed or any want, should beat the drum, and at once, by day or night, the king would grant the suppliant an audience and relief. But throughout the land there reigned such prosperity and contentment that none needed to appeal for anything, and the birds built their nests within it and filled it with the music of their song.

Various     Thoughts for the Quiet Hour

I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,--what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time.

ROBERT BROWNING. 1812-1890.     _Paracelsus. Part i._

When I was a kid my parents used to tell me: "Don't go near the cellar door, Emo!" One day when they were away, I went to the door and opened it... and I saw birds and trees...

Emo Philips

Unstained thoughts do seldom dream on evil; / Birds never limed no secret bushes fear.

_Shakespeare._

"Marriage is like a cage; one sees the birds outside desperate to get in, and

those inside desperate to get out."

That possession was the strongest tenure of the law.

PILPAY (OR BIDPAI.)     _The Cat and the two Birds. Chap. v. Fable iv._

Suspicions amongst thoughts are like bats amongst birds; they ever fly by twilight; they are to be repressed, or at the least well guarded, for they cloud the mind.

_Bacon._

Nothing is generated in a place where is no sentient vegetable and rational life; feathers grow on birds and change every year; coats grow on animals and are changed every year, with some {163} exceptions, like the lion's beard and the cat's fur, and such; grass grows in the fields and leaves on the trees; and every year they are renewed in great part. Thus we can say that the spirit of growth is the soul of the earth, the soil its flesh, the ordered arrangement of rocks its bones, of which mountains are formed, the tufa its tendons; its blood the veins of water which surround its heart, which is the ocean; its breathing and increase and decrease of blood in the pulses the ebb and flood of the sea; and the heat of the spirit of the world is fire which pervades the earth, and the vital soul dwells in the fires which from various apertures of the earth issue in springs and sulphur minerals and volcanoes, as at Mount Etna in Sicily and in many other places.

Leonardo da Vinci     Thoughts on Art and Life

>Birds in their little nests agree; And 't is a shameful sight When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight.

ISAAC WATTS. 1674-1748.     _Divine Songs. Song xvii._

Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest. I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all. For man also knoweth not his time: as the fishes that are taken in an evil net, and as the birds that are caught in the snare; so are the sons of men snared in an evil time, when it falleth suddenly upon them.

Ecclesiastes

Wie die Alten sungen, so zwitschern auch die Jungen=--As the old birds sing, so will the young ones twitter.

Unknown

Magnifying and applying come I, Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters, Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah, Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson, Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha, In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah on a leaf, the crucifix engraved, With Odin and the hideous-faced Mexitli and every idol and image, Taking them all for what they are worth and not a cent more, Admitting they were alive and did the work of their days, (They bore mites as for unfledg'd birds who have now to rise and fly and sing for themselves,) Accepting the rough deific sketches to fill out better in myself, bestowing them freely on each man and woman I see…

Walt Whitman ~ in Song of Myself

If I had to choose, I would rather have birds than airplanes.

Charles Lindbergh

The poor wren, / The most diminutive of birds, will fight, / Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.

_Macb._, iv. 2.

I believe in the power of the imagination to remake the world, to release the truth within us, to hold back the night, to transcend death, to charm motorways, to ingratiate ourselves with birds, to enlist the confidences of madmen.

J.G. Ballard

Give me, kind Heaven, a private station, A mind serene for contemplation: Title and profit I resign; The post of honour shall be mine.

JOHN GAY. 1688-1732.     _Fables. Part ii. The Vulture, the Sparrow, and other Birds._

What would become of the garden if the gardener treated all the weeds and slugs and birds and trespassers as he would like to be treated if he were in their place?

T. H. Huxley     Aphorisms and Reflections from the Works of T. H. Huxley

We darken the cages of birds when we would teach them to sing.

_Jean Paul._

For Time will teach thee soon the truth, There are no birds in last year's nest!

HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. 1807-1882.     _It is not always May._

>Birds of a feather flock together.

Proverb.

Ah! what seeds for a paradise I bore in my heart, of which birds of prey have robbed me.--_Richter._

Maturin M. Ballou     Pearls of Thought

The trees are cloth'd with leaves, the fields with grass; The blossoms blow; the birds on bushes sing; And Nature has accomplish'd all the Spring.

Virgil ~ as translated by ~ John Dryden

Foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man hath not where to lay his head.

_Jesus._

It happens as with cages: the birds without despair to get in, and those within despair of getting out.

MICHAEL DE MONTAIGNE. 1533-1592.     _Book iii. Chap. v. Upon some Verses of Virgil._

'T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden,--the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out.

JOHN WEBSTER. ---- -1638.     _The White Devil. Act i. Sc. 2._

I see my way as birds their trackless way.

_Browning._

Great towns are but a large sort of prison to the soul, like cages to birds or pounds to beasts.

_Charron._

You cannot detain the eagle in the forest. You may gather around him a chorus of the choicest birds; you may give him a perch on the goodliest pine; you may charge winged messengers to bring him choicest dainties; but he will spurn them all. Spreading his lordly wings, and with his eye on the Alpine cliff, he will soar away to his own ancestral halls amid the munitions of rocks and the wild music of tempest and waterfall.

Various     Thoughts for the Quiet Hour

How hard to realize that every camp of men or beast has this glorious starry firmament for a roof! In such places standing alone on the mountaintop it is easy to realize that whatever special nests we make — leaves and moss like the marmots and birds, or tents or piled stone — we all dwell in a house of one room — the world with the firmament for its roof — and are sailing the celestial spaces without leaving any track.

John Muir

Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o' care?

ROBERT BURNS. 1759-1796.     _The Banks of Doon._

Sorrow seems sent for our instruction, as we darken the cages of birds when we would teach them to sing.

_Jean Paul._

I can tell where my own shoe pinches me; and you must not think, sir, to catch old birds with chaff.

MIGUEL DE CERVANTES. 1547-1616.     _Don Quixote. Part i. Book iv. Chap. v._

Some few people are born without any sense of time.As consequence, their sense of place becomes heightened to an excruciating degree. They lie in tall grass and are questioned by poets and painters from all over the world. These time-deaf are beseeched to describe the precise placement of trees in the spring, the shape of snow on the Alps, the angle of sun on a church, the position of rivers, the location of moss, the pattern of birds in a flock. Yet the time-deaf are unable to speak what they know. For speech needs a sequence of words, spoken in time.

Alan Lightman

'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there 's no place like home; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which sought through the world is ne'er met with elsewhere. An exile from home splendour dazzles in vain, Oh give me my lowly thatched cottage again; The birds singing gayly, that came at my call, Give me them, and that peace of mind dearer than all.

J. HOWARD PAYNE. 1792-1852.     _Home, Sweet Home._ (From the opera of "Clari, the Maid of Milan.")

Nonsense.  Space is blue and birds fly through it.

Heisenberg

Zwei Fliegen mit einer Klappe schlagen=--To kill two flies with one flapper; to kill two birds with one stone.

_Ger. Pr._

There is a writing upon the wall of cliffs at Cromer, and whoso runs may read it. It tells us, with an authority which cannot be impeached, that the ancient sea-bed of the chalk sea was raised up, and remained dry land, until it was covered with forest, stocked with the great game the spoils of which have rejoiced your geologists. How long it remained in that condition cannot be said; but "the whirligig of time brought its revenges" in those days as in these. That dry land, with the bones and teeth of generations of long-lived elephants, hidden away among the gnarled roots and dry leaves of its ancient trees, sank gradually to the bottom of the icy sea, which covered it with huge masses of drift and boulder clay. Sea-beasts, such as the walrus, now restricted to the extreme north, paddled about where birds had twittered among the topmost twigs of the fir-trees. How long this state of things endured we know not, but at length it came to an end. The upheaved glacial mud hardened into the soil of modern Norfolk. Forests grew once more, the wolf and the beaver replaced the reindeer and the elephant; and at length what we call the history of England dawned.

T. H. Huxley     Aphorisms and Reflections from the Works of T. H. Huxley

Enjoy your life; be pleasant and gay, like the birds in May.

Fortune Cookie

Ah, my friends, from the prison, they ask unto me,

"How good, how good does it feel to be free?"

And I answer them most mysteriously:

"Are birds free from the chains of the sky-way?"

        -- Bob Dylan

Fortune Cookie

It was one of those perfect summer days -- the sun was shining, a breeze

was blowing, the birds were singing, and the lawn mower was broken ...

        -- James Dent

Fortune Cookie

    The birds are singing, the flowers are budding, and it is time

for Miss Manners to tell young lovers to stop necking in public.

    It's not that Miss Manners is immune to romance.  Miss Manners

has been known to squeeze a gentleman's arm while being helped over a

curb, and, in her wild youth, even to press a dainty slipper against a

foot or two under the dinner table.  Miss Manners also believes that the

sight of people strolling hand in hand or arm in arm or arm in hand

dresses up a city considerably more than the more familiar sight of

people shaking umbrellas at one another.  What Miss Manners objects to

is the kind of activity that frightens the horses on the street...

Fortune Cookie

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