‘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…’
Sunday, January 04, 2015
Re-reading
‘Everything was salvaged, some by the right hands and some by the wrong, but nothing was simply lost.’
