We haven’t had any dazzling flashes of insight for a while. Here we go.
Though we cannot think alike, may we not love alike? May we not be of one heart, though we are not of one opinion? Without all doubt, we may. Herein all the children of God may unite, notwithstanding these smaller differences. – John Wesley, sermon 39 “Catholic Spirit”
Sorrow never comes too late. – Thomas Grey, “Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College”
Love is like a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the snow weasels come. – Matt Groening, Love is Hell
The civility which money will purchase, is rarely extended to those who have none. – Charles Dickens, Our Parish
One must be always drunk. Everything lies in that; it is the only question worth considering. In order not to feel the horrible burden of time which breaks your shoulders and bows you down to earth, you must intoxicate yourself without truce, but with what? With wine, poetry, or art?– As you will ; but intoxicate yourself. – Charles Baudelaire, Little Poems in Prose
Every man has some reminiscences which he would not tell to everyone, but only to his friends. He has others which he would not reveal even to his friends, but only to himself, and that in secret. But finally there are still others which a man is even afraid to tell himself, and every decent man has a considerable number of such things stored away. That is, one can even say that the more decent he is, the greater the number of such things in his mind. – Feodor Dostoevsky, Notes from the Underground
Night is the darkest of weathers, necessity is the hardest of fates, sorrow is the sorest burden, sleep is most like death. – Anonymous Anglo-Saxon poet, c. 900