I waited and worked
To win myself leisure,
Till loneliness irked
And I turned to raw pleasure.
— — Louis Untermeyer from poem Koheleth
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- Days Are DamsDays are dams. Each week posts a sign above the water. This week: Goodbye. Last week: The Possible. — Lily Brown from poem Venus Transit
- We’re Not On Our Journey To Save The World But To Save OurselvesWe’re not on our journey to save the world but to save ourselves. But in doing that, you save the world. The influence of a vital person vitalizes. — Joseph Campbell
- To Make Living Itself An Art, Is The GoalWhoever uses the spirit that is in him creatively is an artist.To make living itself an art, that is the goal. ― Henry Miller The whole life of the individual is nothing but the process of giving birth to himself; indeed, we should be fully born when we die — although it is the tragic fate of most… Read more: To Make Living Itself An Art, Is The Goal
- Every Heart BreaksEvery heart breaks, but not every heart breaks open. If my heart has to break, may it break open. — Rumi