Albert Einstein Quotes

The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing. Albert Einstein

“The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.” Albert Einstein

31 more well known quotes from Albert Einstein:

‘I have no special talent. I am only passionately curious.’

‘I believe that a simple and unassuming manner of life is best for everyone, best both for the body and the mind.’

‘Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile.’

‘Whoever is careless with the truth in small matters cannot be trusted with important matters.’

‘The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.’

‘Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.’

‘Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.’

‘As far as the laws of mathematics refer to reality, they are not certain; and as far as they are certain, they do not refer to reality.’

‘A clever person solves a problem. A wise person avoids it.’

‘A man must learn to understand the motives of human beings, their illusions, and their sufferings.’

‘A person starts to live when he can live outside himself.’

‘Any fool can know. The point is to understand.’

‘Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius – and a lot of courage – to move in the opposite direction.’

‘Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.’

=’As our circle of knowledge expands, so does the circumference of darkness surrounding it.’

‘Before God we are all equally wise – and equally foolish.’

‘Common sense is nothing more than a deposit of prejudices laid down by the mind before you reach eighteen.’

‘Computers are incredibly fast, accurate and stupid. Human beings are incredibly slow, inaccurate and brilliant. Together they are powerful beyond imagination.’

‘Do not worry about your difficulties in Mathematics. I can assure you mine are still greater.’

‘Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited.’

‘It is a miracle that curiosity survives formal education.’

‘No problem can be solved from the same level of consciousness that created it.’

‘The gift of fantasy has meant more to me than my talent for absorbing positive knowledge.’

‘The important thing is not to stop questioning.’

‘The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination.’

‘The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is comprehensible.’

‘Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty. ‘

‘It is easier to denature plutonium than to denature the evil spirit of man.’

‘Weakness of attitude becomes weakness of character. ‘

‘Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I\’m not sure about the former.’

‘Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.’

Come into Animal Presence

Come into Animal Presence Poem

Come into Animal Presence
BY DENISE LEVERTOV

Come into animal presence.
No man is so guileless as
the serpent. The lonely white
rabbit on the roof is a star
twitching its ears at the rain.
The llama intricately
folding its hind legs to be seated
not disdains but mildly
disregards human approval.
What joy when the insouciant
armadillo glances at us and doesn’t
quicken his trotting
across the track into the palm brush.

What is this joy? That no animal
falters, but knows what it must do?
That the snake has no blemish,
that the rabbit inspects his strange surroundings
in white star-silence? The llama
rests in dignity, the armadillo
has some intention to pursue in the palm-forest.
Those who were sacred have remained so,
holiness does not dissolve, it is a presence
of bronze, only the sight that saw it
faltered and turned from it.
An old joy returns in holy presence.

Poem: Adventure

adventure poem

An adventure is something
about which we all dream,
A journey full of amusement,
A wondrous journey through,
It is our own life in which we live,
day to day is our journey.
We should survive to enjoy,
and enjoy the adventuroy,
This  must be our adventure and
Its our LIFE !
-D.S.Patel

 

Two love adventurers
Welcome the night
Many curves to explore
Trace the unknown haven
Clues spelled out with soft sighs
Finding each other’s comfort
Soul’s feel the warmth to the core
It’s an inseparable embrace
Sending shivers down every nerve
Finally to love adventurers
Exploiting the lovely terrains
Reach the peak of contentment
Now they lay exhausted
After a satisfying adventure

“How Do I Love Thee?”- Elizabeth Browning

“How Do I Love Thee?”- Elizabeth Browning

“How Do I Love Thee?”- Elizabeth Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

“ Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” -Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Longing by Friedrich von Schiller

Poem Longing

Could I from this valley drear,
Where the mist hangs heavily,
Soar to some more blissful sphere,
Ah! how happy should I be!
Distant hills enchant my sight,
Ever young and ever fair;
To those hills I’d take my flight
Had I wings to scale the air.

Harmonies mine ear assail,
Tunes that breathe a heavenly calm;
And the gently-sighing gale
Greets me with its fragrant balm.
Peeping through the shady bowers,
Golden fruits their charms display.
And those sweetly-blooming flowers
Ne’er become cold winter’s prey.

In you endless sunshine bright,
Oh! what bliss ‘twould be to dwell!
How the breeze on yonder height
Must the heart with rapture swell!
Yet the stream that hems my path
Checks me with its angry frown,
While its waves, in rising wrath,
Weigh my weary spirit down.

See–a bark is drawing near,
But, alas, the pilot fails!
Enter boldly–wherefore fear?
Inspiration fills its sails,
Faith and Courage make thine own,–
Gods ne’er lend a helping-hand;
‘Tis by magic power alone
Thou canst reach the magic land!

Best talking parrot in the world!

Best talking parrot in the world!

Clover is a Congo African Grey parrot can speak over 350 words. This video was Clover’s winning entry in the “professional” division of the Kaytee International “Best Talking Parrot” competition in 2011.

Watch this video and be amazed at all of the words that this parrot can speak.

Of all the creatures on earth, only humans and birds can produce human languages. Have you ever spoken with a parrot?

Most Mysterious Places On Earth

Most Mysterious Places On Earth

The earth is filled with wonder and amazement. In this video, learn more about these most mysterious places on earth.

Magnetic Hill in Moncton, New Brunswick

The Moeraki Boulders in New Zealand

Longyearbyen, Norway

Racetrack Playa in Death Valley, California

Eternal Flame Falls in Orchard Park, New York

Relampago Del Catatumbo in Ologa, Venezuela

Blood Falls in Antartica

The Eye of Africa in Mauritania

The Skeleton Lake of Roopkund in Uttarakhand, India

Ship Rock, New Mexico

Surtsey Volcanic Island in Iceland

Pamukkale in Turkey

Old Faithful in Yellowstone National Park

Poem: Horse and Rider

Poems about horses

Poem: Horse and Rider by Kim Schilling

Galloping towards the base of the steep hill,
watching the breeze bluster through her mane,
with a mild touch I veered her with reign;
For a serene moment all time stood still.

Horse and mount journeying with great skill,
but collectively as one we must attain;
Galloping towards the base of the steep hill,
watching the breeze bluster through her mane.

Feeling the power beneath me is a thrill,
and racing across the meadowy plane,
a feeling rushes over I can’t explain,
perhaps the reality of taking a spill;
Galloping towards the base of the steep hill.

 

Here’s another great poem entitled “Boot and Saddle” by Robert Browning:

Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Rescue my Castle, before the hot day
Brightens the blue from its silvery grey,

(Chorus) “Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!”

Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you’d say;
Many’s the friend there, will listen and pray
“God’s luck to gallants that strike up the lay,

(Chorus) “Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!”

Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay,
Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads array:
Who laughs, Good fellows ere this, by my fay,

(Chorus) “Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!”

Who? My wife Gertrude; that, honest and gay,
Laughs when you talk of surrendering, “Nay!
I’ve better counsellors; what counsel they?”

(Chorus) “Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!”

 

The Fly-Away Horse by Eugene Field

Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse–
Perhaps you have seen him before;
Perhaps, while you slept, his shadow has swept
Through the moonlight that floats on the floor.
For it’s only at night, when the stars twinkle bright,
That the Fly-Away Horse, with a neigh
And a pull at his rein and a toss of his mane,
Is up on his heels and away!
The moon in the sky,
As he gallopeth by,
Cries: “Oh! What a marvelous sight!”
And the Stars in dismay
Hide their faces away
In the lap of old Grandmother Night.

It is yonder, out yonder, the Fly-Away Horse
Speedeth ever and ever away–
Over meadows and lane, over mountains and plains,
Over streamlets that sing at their play;
And over the sea like a ghost sweepeth he,
While the ships they go sailing below,
And he speedeth so fast that the men on the mast
Adjudge him some portent of woe.
“What ho, there!” they cry,
As he flourishes by
With a whisk of his beautiful tail;
And the fish in the sea
Are as scared as can be,
From the nautilus up to the whale!

And the Fly-Away Horse seeks those far-away lands
You little folk dream of at night–
Where candy-trees grow, and honey-brooks flow,
And corn-fields with popcorn are white;
And the beasts in the wood are ever so good
To children who visit them there–
What glory astride of a lion to ride,
Or to wrestle around with a bear!
The monkeys, they say:
“Come on, let us play,”
And they frisk in the coconut-trees:
While the parrots, that cling
To the peanut-vines sing
Or converse with comparative ease!

Off! scamper to bed — you shall ride him to-night!
For, as soon as you’ve fallen asleep,
With a jubilant neigh he shall bear you away
Over forest and hillside and deep!
But tell us, my dear, all you see and you hear
In those beautiful lands over there,
Where the Fly-Away Horse wings his far-away course
With the wee one consigned to his care.
Then grandma will cry
In amazement: “Oh, my!”
And she’ll think it could never be so.
And only we two
Shall know it is true–
You and I, little precious! shall know!

Eva: The story of a rescued cat

Inspiring Cat Rescue Story

Thanks to the love and nurturing of CARE volunteers, Eva was life was saved.  Eva had been abandoned and left to wander in the freezing cold.

A kind person found her and called CARE to see if they could help.

Eva had been attacked by another animal before she was rescued. She was limping badly and growling… clearly in a lot of pain. Eva had an infected abscess on her leg. CARE treated her with antibiotics and within a week, she was as good as new.

Soon after, Eva was diagnosed with an infection of the uterus and underwent an emergency operation. She recovered soon thereafter.

She was finally adopted by a foster family, and is now living a happy life. Thank you CARE!

Poem: Sandy Beaches

Sandy Beach Tunnel Ocean

Sandy Beaches
© Morgan Swain

A perfect description of the sand by the shoreline.
Sprinkle, squish between my toes,
The smell of ocean to my nose.
I can feel each grain of sand,
It falls from air into my hand.
The shells I find along the shore,
Picked up by birds that fly and soar.
They sparkle like the ocean’s waves,
And carry sand from all the lakes.
I walk along the tip of the sea,
That’s where my feet leave prints to be.
I walk all the way to the end of the land,
The land that holds this beautiful sand.