Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.
Miguel de Cervantes
October 9 marks the birthdays of both Miguel de Cervantes (1547), novelist, Don Quixote and Bruce Catton (1899) a U.S. historian and writer, Civil War.
Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.
Miguel de Cervantes
October 9 marks the birthdays of both Miguel de Cervantes (1547), novelist, Don Quixote and Bruce Catton (1899) a U.S. historian and writer, Civil War.
Sooner or later
you must move down an unknown road
that leads beyond the range of the imagination,
and the only certainty is that
the trip has to be made.
- Bruce Catton
Progress
is the sum of small victories
won by individual human beings.
- Bruce Catton
U.S., historian and writer, Civil War
To The Lake
In Spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less -
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody -
Then – ah, then, I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight -
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define -
Nor Love – although the love were thine.Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining -
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.Edgar Allan Poe
(1809-1849)
It was a blind and despairing rush by the collection of men in dusty and tattered blue, over a green sward and under a sapphire sky, toward a fence, dimly outlined in smoke, from behind which spluttered the fierce rifles of enemies.
The Red Badge of Courage,
Ch. 23 – The final charge of the Union men
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