I found I had less and less to say, until finally, I became silent, and began to listen. I discovered in the silence, the voice of God.
— Søren Kierkegaard, born in 1813
The rim of the saucer’s depression is lightly discoloured – a dusting of rust and red and brown, remnants of teas gone by that did not wish to be washed away, refused to be forgotten, the age rings of a small plate.
There is a curtain, thin as gossamer, clear as glass, strong as iron, that hangs forever between the world of magic and the world that seems to us to be real.
— E. Nesbit, who died in 1924
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Where Culture Is a Pleasure – The American Spectator
Most of the books published these days consist of a series of whines followed by an epiphany. I call these memoirs and confessional novels happy tragedies. We shall overcome and all that. I find them sentimental and boring.
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