‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Thursday, January 31, 2008
"I remember to have heard, in some epilogue to a tragedy, that the tide of pity and love, whilst it overwhelms, fertilizes the soul."
