The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper. -apparently misattributed to Bertrand Russell
“There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.” — Adrienne Rich
"I am not yet so lost in lexicography, as to forget that words are the daughters of earth" – Samuel Johnson
Eala Earendel engla beorhtast ofer middangeard monnum sended. - Cynewulf
My ball-room the pasture, my music the bees, / My drink was the fountain, my church the tall trees. —John Clare (1793–1864)
Let no teardrop fall/ And no darkness hover/ Round me where I lie./ Let the vastness call/ One who was its lover,/ Let me breathe the sky.—Æ
"A physicist is the atoms' way of thinking about atoms." - Anonymous
Down the mountain shoulders/ The ragged dawnlight came/ And a cold wind from the westland/ Blew out the last star's flame —Sigerson Clifford
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; / He watches from his mountain walls, / And like a thunderbolt he falls. —Tennyson, The Eagle
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your wild and precious life?