Everything, even the most ordinary daily affair, is enriched by the lessons that can be gleaned from art.
Everything has an end, if only you live long enough to see it.
As I grow older, I regret to say that a detestable habit of thinking seems to be getting a hold of me.
That which is alive hath known death, and that which is dead can never die, for in the Circle of the Spirit life is naught and death is naught. Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.
Truly the universe is full of ghosts, not sheeted churchyard spectres, but the inextinguishable elements of individual life, which having once been, can never die, though they blend and change, and change again for ever.
How can a world be good in which Money is the moving power, and Self-interest the guiding star?
Man doeth this and doeth that from the good or evil of his heart; but he knows not to what end his sense doth prompt him; for when he strikes he is blind to where the blow shall fall, nor can he count the airy threads that weave the web of circumstance. Good and evil, love and hate, night and day, sweet and bitter, man and woman, heaven above and the earth beneath--all those things are needful, one to the other, and who knows the end of each?
this is the upside of already being eternally damned
Be boring. (It’s the only way to get work done. )
You cannot go wrong by learning classical music because it trains the ear.
How slow life is, how violent hope is.