Weekend Words: Apple

Juan de Zurbarán, “Still-Life with Plate of Apples and Orange Blossom” (c. 1640), oil on canvas, 60 x 40 cm. Private collection. (image via Web Gallery of Art)

While all eyes were on Apple’s Watch, CEO Tim Cook wrote an open letter which, according to CNET, “sought to reassure Apple’s customers that their data was safe from the prying eyes of government surveillance agencies, which have reportedly procured information on electronic communications from Google, Microsoft, and Yahoo, among others.”

“With an apple I will astonish Paris.”

—Paul Cezanne

Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.

—Martin Luther

If you want to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first create the universe.

—Carl Sagan

“My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water’d shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.”

—Christina Rossetti, “A Birthday”

“Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.”

—Song of Solomon 2:5 (KJV)

“We are born believing. A man bears beliefs as a tree bears apples.”

—Ralph Waldo Emerson

“You are the sunshine of my life
That’s why I’ll always be around,
You are the apple of my eye,
Forever you’ll stay in my heart”

—Stevie Wonder

“There’s plenty of boys that will come hankering and gruvvelling around when you’ve got an apple, and beg the core off you; but when they’ve got one, and you beg for the core, and remind them how you give them a core one time, they make a mouth at you, and say thank you ‘most to death, but there ain’t a-going to be no core.”

—Mark Twain, Tom Sawyer Abroad

“Let the public mind become corrupt, and all efforts to secure property, liberty, or life by the force of laws written on paper will be as vain as putting up a sign in an apple orchard to exclude canker worms.”

—Horace Mann

“I am doomed to an eternity of compulsive work. No set goal achieved satisfies. Success only breeds a new goal. The golden apple devoured has seeds. It is endless.”

—Bette Davis, The Lonely Life (1962)


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