What did Joseph Brodsky mean by: Every life has a file, if you will. - Joseph Brodsky Poet · Russia Copy
+ There’s nothing as dear as the sight of ruins. Feraz Zeid, August 8, 2023December 12, 2023, Joseph Brodsky, Dear, Ruins, Sight, 0 - Joseph Brodsky Poet · Russia
+ The fact that we are living does not mean we are not sick. Feraz Zeid, October 19, 2023December 26, 2023, Joseph Brodsky, Sick, 0 - Joseph Brodsky Poet · Russia
+ There are worse crimes than burning books. One of them is not reading them. Feraz Zeid, February 16, 2023January 10, 2024, Joseph Brodsky, Book, Reading, 0 - Joseph Brodsky Poet · Russia
+ Snobbery? But it’s only a form of despair. Feraz Zeid, September 13, 2023December 24, 2023, Joseph Brodsky, Despair, Form, 0 - Joseph Brodsky Poet · Russia
+ The eye identifies itself not with the body it belongs to but with the object of its attention. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, Joseph Brodsky, Attention, Body, Eye, 0 - Joseph Brodsky Poet · Russia
+ Perhaps the best proof of the Almighty’s existence is that we never know when we are to die. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, Joseph Brodsky, Almighty, Death, Proof, 0 - Joseph Brodsky Poet · Russia
+ If one’s fated to be born in Caesar’s Empire, let him live aloof, provincial, by the seashore. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, Joseph Brodsky, Born, Empires, 0 - Joseph Brodsky Poet · Russia
+ When I’m not writing or reading, I’m thinking about both. Feraz Zeid, August 2, 2023December 12, 2023, Joseph Brodsky, Reading, Writing, 0 - Joseph Brodsky Poet · Russia
If you cannot saw with a file or file with a saw, then you will be no good as an experimentalist. - Augustin-Jean Fresnel Engineer · France
XML combines the efficiency of text files with the readability of binary files - Andrew S. Tanenbaum Computer Scientist
It is the rank and file – the average woman – for whom the world has opened up so astonishingly. - Mary Augusta Ward Author · United Kingdom
I run the gauntlet of a file of doubts, Each one of which down hurls me to the ground. - Philip James Bailey Poet · England
