I remember words that were said and sighed and written ~Richard Buckner Blue and Wonder
But for all kinds of study, and particularly for this, good health and the...– Quintillian, The Orator’s Education, 10.3.26
Baby, I want you.– Amos Lee
Live for the moment, with eternity in mind.– Eric E.
Aristotle by Billy Collins
This is the beginning. Almost anything can happen. This is where you find the creation of light, a fish wriggling onto land, the first word of Paradise Lost on an empty page. Think of an egg, the letter A, a woman ironing on a bare stage as the heavy curtain rises. This is the very beginning. The first-person narrator introduces himself, tells us about his lineage. The mezzo-soprano...
Endless smoke now rising Lion become priest And lamb victim The world awaits The unimaginable union By which the Lion lifts Himself Lamb slain And, Priest and Victim, Brings The City Home. ~The Supper of the Lamb Robert Farrar Capon
I roll the window down And then begin to breathe...
I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we lov’d? Were we not wean’d till then? But suck’d on countrey pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den? T’was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee. If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desir’d, and got, ‘twas but a dreame of thee. And now good morrow to our waking soules, Which...
light strikes a deal with each coming night
Patience and Fortitude conquer all things.– Ralph Waldo Emerson
– its a sweet night to feel the moon.
To “believe with all our heart” is not to believe Christ perfectly, but only to embrace him from the heart and with a sincere mind; not to be sated with him, but to hunger, thirst, and aspire to him with fervent affection. ~Calvin, Institutes, Bk. 4, Ch. XIV, Pt. 8
Where did you come from You’re no stranger How I know you will return...– Beach House
~JR Edge of the World
Dancing Toward Bethlehem– If there is only enough time in the final minutes of the 20th century for one last dance I would like to be dancing it slowly with you, say, in the ballroom of a seaside hotel. My palm would press into the small of your back as the past hundred years collapsed into a pile of mirrors or...
After All Sondre Lerche