Seth
Seth
Seth; placed; appointed"), in Judaism, Christianity, Mandaeism, and Islam, was the third son of Adam and Eve and brother of Cain and Abel, who were the only other of their children mentioned by name in the Tanakh. According to Genesis 4:25, Seth was born after Abel's murder, and Eve believed God had appointed him as a replacement for Abel...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionCartoonist
Date of Birth16 September 1962
CountryCanada
believe museums imagination
While about one-third of Americans believe in ghosts, you won't find many exhibits on these spooky beings down at the local science museum. Why? Well, one explanation that you might consider, ghosts are just figments of our highly fertile imaginations!
moon numbers world
The number of habitable worlds in our galaxy is certainly in the tens of billions, minimum, and we haven't even talked about the moons. And the number of galaxies we can see, other than our own, is about 100 billion.
book thinking should
I don't think anyone should be banned. If you don't like a book, set it aside.
mean people humanity
God save us from people who mean well.
self discipline obsession
For a writer, obsession is a good substitute for self-discipline.
reputation obsessed
I have a reputation for being hermitlike. I'm not. I'm just obsessed with my work.
matter way ears
You have to learn a few things, which you do along the way, but basically, poetry is a matter of the ear. Iambic pentameters or what constitutes a stanza comes naturally - your ears will know.
smooth rough knows
Is it not love that knows how to make smooth things rough and rough things smooth?
green red ink
And an equation is the same whether it's written in red or green ink
thinking persons
Think of many things. Never place your happiness in one person's power. Be just to yourself.
love-is able one-you-love
To not be able to love the one you love is to have your life wrenched away,
not-sure whole-life whole
I'm not sure anyone can understand a whole life, even their own.
stars journey doors
Behind every door on every ordinary street, in every hut in every ordinary village in this middling planet of a trivial star, such riches are to be found. The strange journeys we undertake on our earthly pilgrimage, the joy and suffering we taste or confer, the chance events that leave us together or apart, what a complex trace they leave: so personal as to be almost incommunicable, so fugitive as to be almost irrecoverable.
love sleep night
All you who sleep tonight Far from the ones you love, No hand to left or right, An emptiness above-- Know that you aren't alone. The whole world shares your tears, Some for two nights or one, And some for all your years.