Quotes from N.H. Kleinbaum

La verdad es como una manta que nos deja los pies fríos. Ya puede uno tirar de ella hacia sí en todos los sentidos, que nunca nos cubrirá del todo. Sacudidla, tirad de ella, mas nunca será suficiente. Desde el día en que se viene al mundo, llorando, a aquel a quien se le entrega, agonizante, no puede hacer más que cubrirse con ella la cabeza y gemir, llorar o aullar.

One reads poetry because he is a member of the human race, and the human race is filled with passion! Medicine, law, banking- these are necessary to sustain life. But poetry, romance, love, beauty? These are what we stay alive for!

Beni örten geceden, Bir uçtan diÄŸerine uzanan zifiri karanl?ktan TeÅŸekkür ediyorum tanr? denene Asla zaptedilemeyen ruhum için!

Si vous voulez forger un athée irréductible assommez-le de principes religieux inflexibles : ça marche à tout les coups.

One reads poetry because he is a member of the human race, and the human race is filled with passion!

I always thought education was learning to think for yourself," Keating said. Nolan laughed. "At these boys' ages? Not on your life! Tradition John! Discipline." He patted Keating on the shoulder patronizingly. "Prepare them for college, and the rest will take care of itself.

His resolve always crumbled under the threats of guilt and punishment.

But we'll get through. Somehow we always do.

El hombre nunca ha sido tan libre como cuando sueña.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.

Seize the day. Because we're only going to experience a limited number of springs, summers, and falls.

Cuando era niño, creía que los padres querían a sus hijos instintivamente. Era lo que me enseñaban en el colegio; y yo acabé creyéndomelo. Pero mis padres parecen reservar todo su amor a mi hermano.

La poesía puede estar oculta en los objetos o las acciones más cotidianas, pero nunca, nunca deber ser común.

The boys had seized the cave, and in it they'd found a home away from Welton, away from parents, teachers, and friends—a place where they could be people they never dreamed they'd be. The Dead Poets Society was alive and thriving and ready to seize the day.