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We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.
T.S. Eliot • The Essential T.S. Eliot
Richard Dehmel:
Rainer Maria Rilke • Letters to a Young Poet
And now here is my pocket Petrarch,
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle • Sherlock Holmes
Look, O LORD, and see how worthless I have become. 12 Is it nothing to you,[2] all you who pass by? Look and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow, which was brought upon me, which the LORD inflicted on the day of his fierce anger.
C. S. Lewis • The C. S. Lewis Bible: For Reading, Reflection, and Inspiration
“When the angel of death approaches you, he is horrific; when he reaches you it is bliss.” —The Thousand and One Nights