…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).
Little Alice fell d o w n the hOle, bumped her head and bruised her soul ― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. (Macmillan 26 November 1865)
Even extreme grief may ultimately vent itself in violence–but more generally takes the form of apathy. ― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness. (Blackwood’s Magazine 1899 serial; 1902 book)
Droll thing life is—that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself—that comes too late—a crop of unextinguishable regrets. I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable grayness, with nothing… Continue reading Joseph Conrad
A man without a footprint has no soul. ― John A. Autero, Footprints. (CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform; 1 edition, March 15, 2014)
Sighs united together are almost prayers; prayers coming from two hearts are almost acts of grace. — Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo. (Penguin Classics; Reissue edition May 27, 2003) Originally published 1844
As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts. ― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or the Whale. (Modern Library, 1992, originally published by Harper & Brothers, 1851)