…as it seldom happens that any felicity comes so pure as not to be tempered and allayed by some mixture of sorrow. — Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote. Francisco de Robles 1605 (Part One), 1615 (Part Two). Published in English 1612 (Part One), 1620 (Part Two).
I have heard the beast pound in the breath of a bird and felt in its feathers the fire. I have hated with passion the gathering herd and the weight of its common desire Ah, but no rest for weary terrestrial wings in beating oppressive air they long for the strength of celestial things like… Continue reading Anaïs Nin