Eulogy for a bygone time
There seems to be a constant decay of all our ideas; even of those which are struck deepest, and in minds the most retentive, so that if they be not sometimes renewed by repeated exercises of the senses, or reflection on those kinds of objects which at first occasioned them, the print wears out, and at last there remains nothing to be seen.
- John Locke, Human Understanding (bk. II, ch. 10)
Their hearts, once capable of inspiring others so completely, could no longer inspire so much as themselves.
Their hearts beat now only out of habit. They beat now only because they could.
- John Locke, Human Understanding (bk. II, ch. 10)
Their hearts, once capable of inspiring others so completely, could no longer inspire so much as themselves.
Their hearts beat now only out of habit. They beat now only because they could.