Thought for the day (back by request from Scampa)

whitevanwoman said:
The greatest of faults, I should say, is to be conscious of none
(Thomas Carlyle 1795 – 1881, Scottish satirical writer, essayist, historian and teacher)
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Oh dear, that sounds very severe! It makes me feel as if we've all been naughty and should sit in the corner and reflect on our bad behaviour! Please miss, I'll be good tomorrow!
 
whitevanwoman said:
The greatest of faults, I should say, is to be conscious of none
(Thomas Carlyle 1795 – 1881, Scottish satirical writer, essayist, historian and teacher)
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That's rubbish.

BTW, I used to be vain....... now I am perfect. :dance:
 
Sunday 4 March - Thought for the day - Sunday Special

I've been trying to decide what to post today and have decided, for a change, to post a poem - one of my favourites and which I think is quite appropriate for a roving wild camper...


The Road Not Taken
(Robert Frost)

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
 
A great choice WVW! That's also one of my favourites and as you say, well suited to us travellers and wildcampers.

Keep them coming! :)
 
Here's a favourite of mine WVW. A bit mystical but up there with my love of the countryside; The Way Through The Woods, by Kipling.

They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath,
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.

Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate.
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few)
You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods. . . .
But there is no road through the woods.
 
Monday 5 March - Thought for the day

I don't know the key to success, but the key to failure is to try to please everyone (Bill Cosby)



(Another one particularly appropriate for this forum! ;))
 
Tuesday 6 March - Thought for the day

As scarce as truth is, the supply has always been in excess of demand.
 
When stupidity is a sufficient explanation, there is no need to have recourse to any other.
 
True - stupidity explains most things that people do. Or lack of thought, which is much the same thing.
 
Thursday 8 March - Thought for the day

It doesn't matter what you do, it only matters what you say you've done and what you're going to do.
 
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