Why do people have to die?

To make life important.

Whose woods these are I think I know ( Read more... )

Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the devine Providence has found for you; the society of your contemporaries, the connexion of events. Great men have always done so and confided in themselves childlike to the genius of their age, betraying their perception that the absolutely trustworthy was seated at their ( Read more... )

I have come to the borders of sleep ( Read more... )

Ships that pass in the night and speak each other in passing;
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and a silence.

--Tales of a Wayside Inn. Part iii. The Theologian’s Tale: Elizabeth. iv.
Henry Wadsworth

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain ( Read more... )