That it’s caring that heals, not theory. Good the world over. And it may even be that in the end all problems are spiritual problems. As moonminded as Carl Jung was he was probably right about that. Keeping.
And she says you cant change history and that ruins should be left to ruin. And she’s right. But that the craft of stonemasonry should be allowed to vanish from this world is just not negotiable for me. Somewhere there is someone who wants to know. Nor will I have to seek him out. He’ll find me.
Real trouble doesnt begin in a society until boredom has become its most general feature.
They’re not any smarter than they have to be and they’re just as smart as they need to be.
For we are all the elect, each one of us, and we are embarked upon a journey to something unimaginable. We do not know what will be required of us, and we have nothing to sustain us but the counsel of our fathers.
And that would be my life. And I would be happy.
Men spared their lives in great disasters often feel in their deliverance the workings of fate. The hand of Providence.
Who would steal them? No idea. They didnt leave a note.
Let me put it to you this way. As the vicar said to the choirboy. To the seasoned traveler a destination is at best a rumor.
I thought if I lived my life in the strictest way I knew how then I would not ever again have a thing that would eat on me thataway. I said that I was twenty-one years old and I was entitled to one mistake, particularly if I could learn from it and become the sort of man I had it in my mind to be.
Will children yet to come harbor a longing for a thing they cannot even name?
But someplace in the scheme of things this world must touch the other.
The work of an instant. The work of a lifetime.
Might does not make right, said Irving.
What runs so contrary to received wisdom is that it really is the male who is the aesthete while the woman is drawn to abstractions. Wealth. Power. What a man seeks is beauty, plain and simple. No other way to put it. The rustle of her clothes, her scent. The sweep of her hair across his naked stomach. Categories all but meaningless to a woman. Lost in her calculations.
If I could plan my life I wouldnt want to live it.
He said that fate might enter into the affairs of men in order to contravene them or set them at naught but to say that fate could deny the true and uphold the false would seem to be a contradictory view of things. To speak of a will in the world that ran counter to one’s own was one thing. To speak of such a will that ran counter to the truth was quite another, for then all was rendered senseless.
There were no starry skies prior to the first sentient and ocular being to behold them. Before that all was blackness and silence.
I know certain days of your childhood. All but weeping with loneliness. Coming upon a certain book in the library and clutching it to you. Carrying it home. Some perfect place to read it. Under a tree perhaps. Beside a stream. Flawed youths of course. To prefer a world of paper. Rejects.
Lo que es verdad de un hombre, dijo el juez, es verdad de muchos.