Public Republic

Photo: Sean MacEntee Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence. Helen Keller (1880-1968), an American author, political activist and lecturer, the first deafblind person to earn a Bachelor of Arts degree Photo: Ron Bennetts There are only two ways to live your life. One is as […]

Photo: sakeeb A man that is born falls into a dream like a man who falls into the sea. If he tries to climb out into the air as inexperienced people endeavor to do, he drowns. Photo: mihaibojin He who wants to persuade should put his trust not in the right argument, but in the […]

Photo: alanvernon Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning. Photo: dominicspics Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.

Photo: little_frank There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm. Photo: andrewbain Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

Photo: truette By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired. Photo: 007bond A book should serve as the ax for the frozen sea within us.

Photo: hevertonwoss If I’d observed all the rules, I’d never have got anywhere. Photo: shimelle It’s better to be unhappy alone than unhappy with someone – so far.

Bobbi Dawn Rightmyer Photo: mattwi1s0n I’m so distorted and wavy, not at all serene My thoughts are captured like the curves in tempered glass Frosted over, trapped in dark, trapped in light Always my own, and trapped inside my head Why can’t others see as I do, the rapidly changing world The dangerous times in […]

Richard Luftig Photo: byrion In late November, the bank of autumn closes its doors for the year, calls in outstanding loans, issues certificates of deposit not redeemable until May and bearing no interest in our survival. Love falls

Aksinia Mihailova Photo: twoblueday In the most deserted area of the beach among the rows of thatched umbrellas with an open book in my lap I run my eyes over the pages “mother, in your womb you had prepared my dead mask”