We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing. — David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas. (Random House Trade Paperbacks August 17, 2004)
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. ― Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism. (Kessinger Publishing, LLC June 17, 2004) Originally published 1711
Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time’s swiftness Which is the swiftest of all things: all were eternal torment. — William Blake, from “Milton,” Milton, A Poem (The Illuminated Books of William Blake, Volume 5) Princeton University Press; Reprint edition (September 4, 1998) Originally published 1810.
Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love – and to put it’s trust in life! ― Joseph Conrad, Victory. (Penguin Classics November 1, 1995) Originally published 1915.
The poet meant, no doubt, and thus appeals To the good sense and senses of mankind, The very thing which every body feels, As all have found on trial, or may find, That no one likes to be disturb’d at meals Or love. — I won’t say more about “entwined” Or “transport,”… Continue reading George Gordon Byron
When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before my ‘mind’s eye’ flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head. — John Keats, from “To Hope” (February,… Continue reading John Keats
Cruelty has a human heart And jealousy a human face, Terror the human form divine, And secrecy the human dress. The human dress is forged iron, The human form a fiery forge, The human face a furnace seal’d, The human heart its hungry gorge. — William Blake, from “The Divine Image,” Songs of Innocence and… Continue reading William Blake