All things come to pass When they do, if they do All things come to their end When they do, as they do. . . .
there is nothing to fear but fear itself yet even then fear shouldn't be feared because fear cannot take what is protected by change
the one for whom the sun shines. . -Ramses II
After all, that's why we read historical fiction-to be transported to another time, and to be astonished at ancient people's lives and traditions, just as they would probably be astonished at ours.
There are natural and imprescriptible rights which an entire nation has no right to violate. —MARQUIS DE LAFAYETTE
These will be my last moments of peace. . . . From now on, my love. . . will bring nothing but chaos.
This is how memories are; what seems so clear and unforgettable at one moment vanishes like steam the next.
I got my heart broken. My spirit got shattered and mutilated. I will not be coming back from this. I don’t want to.
I think all poetry is accessible in a certain sense if you spend enough time with it.
Everywhere you go, there's a soundtrack. You can't really quite hear it. It's just a little out of the range of hearing.
It is odd that neither the Church nor modern public opinion condemns petting, provided it stops short at a certain point. At what point sin begins is a matter as to which casuists differ. One eminently orthodox Catholic divine laid it down that a confessor may fondle a nun's breasts, provided he does it without evil intent. But I doubt whether modern authorities would agree with him on this point.