I promised I will always protect you. You've been wounded badly because I've failed to keep that promise.[...]But I wonÂ´t fail you in this, Rachel. no matter what has happened. No matter what you've done. No matter what you will do. I will always love you. I swear it.
For as the interposition of a rivulet, however small, will occasion the line of the phalanx to fluctuate, so any trifling disagreement will be the cause of seditions; but they will not so soon flow from anything else as from the disagreement between virtue and vice, and next to that between poverty and riches.
I said to my soulBe stillAnd wait without hopeFor hope would be hope for the wrong thingAnd wait without loveFor love would be love of the wrong thingThere is yet faithBut the faith and the hope and the loveAre all in the waitingAnd do not thinkFor you are not ready for thoughtSo the darkness shall be the lightAnd the stillnessThe dancing
The idea that nations should love one another, or that business concerns or marketing boards should love one another, or that a man in Portugal should love a man in Peru of whom he has never heard --it is absurd, unreal, dangerous. The fact is we can only love what we know personally. And we cannot know much.
Art for art's sake? I should think so, and more so than ever at the present time. It is the one orderly product which our middling race has produced. It is the cry of a thousand sentinels, the echo from a thousand labyrinths, it is the lighthouse which cannot be hidden... it is the best evidence we can have of our dignity.