Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.– Rumi
I was carried away on the stormy waves of life, of daily worries, in a sea of propaganda and organizational activity among the masses of my people and I lacked time to concentrate my ideas. The twinkling of the moment consumed me, disturbed my thoughts, and transformed my valuable coins into small change. — Osias Thon
If you aren’t too busy, we could spend our lives
Parting in stations, promising to write
War and Peace, this time with feeling– Ben Lerner, “Mean Free Path”
Love only what is fanciful and rare; what from the distance of a dream steals through; what knaves condemn to death and fools can’t bear. To fiction be as your own country true. Now is our time.
— Vladimir Nabokov, The Gift
We have suggested that unless our insights of awe are signs of madness, and scorn for the grandeur and mystery of the universe the only valid attitude of the soul, it would be an act of callousness to defy our intuitive sense for the mystery and to assert that the ultimate enigmas are the brink of chaos rather than the shore of endless meaning.
— Heschel, God in Search of Man
… and so, though we did not know it, wandering was our real work anyway
— Rebecca Solnit’s The Faraway Nearby