Through women you will see the entire universe. — Miguel de Unamuno, Our Lord Don Quixote: The Life of Don Quixote and Sancho, translation, (Princeton University Press; First Paperback Edition edition, July 21, 1976) Originally published 1905.
Dear reader, traditional human power structures and their reign of darkness are about to be rendered obsolete. ― R. Buckminster Fuller, Cosmography: A Posthumous Scenario for the Future of Humanity. (Macmillan Pub Co; First Edition edition February 1992)
A novel is what you dream in your night sleep. A novel is not waking thoughts although it is written and thought with waking thoughts. But really a novel goes as dreams go in sleeping at night and some dreams are like anything and some dreams are like something and some dreams change and some… Continue reading Gertrude Stein
You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a… Continue reading James Joyce
Learn to live by knowing how to live and let live. Never take anything in life but flowers, and from flowers, only the perfume… — Émilie Carles, A Life of her Own: The Transformation of a Countrywoman in Twentieth-Century France, translation by Avriel H. Goldberger. (Penguin Books; Reprint edition June 1, 1992) Originally published January… Continue reading Émilie Carles
When you came, you were like red wine and honey, And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness. Now you are like morning bread, Smooth and pleasant. I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour, But I am completely nourished. — Amy Lowell, “Decade,” The Oxford Book of American Poetry.… Continue reading Amy Lowell
The illimitable, silent, never-resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing ocean-tide, on which we and all the Universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not: this is forever very literally a miracle; a thing to strike us dumb – for we have no work to speak… Continue reading Thomas Carlyle