The basis on which good repute in any highly organized industrial community ultimately rests is pecuniary strength; and the means of showing pecuniary strength, and so of gaining or retaining a good name, are leisure and a conspicuous consumption of goods

The basis on which good repute in any highly organized industrial community ultimately rests is pecuniary strength; and the means of showing pecuniary strength, and so of gaining or retaining a good name, are leisure and a conspicuous consumption of goods

The basis on which good repute in any highly organized industrial community ultimately rests is pecuniary strength; and the means of showing pecuniary strength, and so of gaining or retaining a good name, are leisure and a conspicuous consumption of goods (Thorstein Veblen)

A hurt body and mind aren’t just like a dictatorship; they are a dictatorship. There is no tyrant as merciless as pain, no despot so cruel as confusion. That my mind had been as badly hurt as my body was a thing I only came to realize once I was alone and all other voices dropped away

A hurt body and mind aren’t just like a dictatorship; they are a dictatorship. There is no tyrant as merciless as pain, no despot so cruel as confusion. That my mind had been as badly hurt as my body was a thing I only came to realize once I was alone and all other voices dropped away

A hurt body and mind aren’t just like a dictatorship; they are a dictatorship. There is no tyrant as merciless as pain, no despot so cruel as confusion. That my mind had been as badly hurt as my body was a thing I only came to realize once I was alone and all other voices dropped away (Stephen King, Duma Key)

I have prayed in her fields of poppies I have laughed with the men who died – But in all my ways and through all my days Like a friend He walked beside. I have seen a sight under Heaven That only God understands In the battle’s glare I have seen Christ there With the Sword of God in His hand

I have prayed in her fields of poppies  I have laughed with the men who died -  But in all my ways and through all my days Like a friend He walked beside. I have seen a sight under Heaven That only God understands  In the battle's glare I have seen Christ there With the Sword of God in His hand

I have prayed in her fields of poppies I have laughed with the men who died – But in all my ways and through all my days Like a friend He walked beside. I have seen a sight under Heaven That only God understands In the battle’s glare I have seen Christ there With the Sword of God in His hand (Gordon Johnstone)