In my mind.

“Follow your destiny, Water your plants, Love your roses. The rest is shadow Of unknown trees.” — Fernando Pessoa

"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds." ~  Edward Abbey Caspar David Friedrich (1774-1840), Wanderer above the sea of fog

L’impuissance est une illusion. La force du cœur, l’intelligence, le courage, suffisent pour faire échec au destin et le renverser parfois. Il faut seulement vouloir, non pas aveuglément, mais d’une volonté ferme et réfléchie

C'est que la nuit tombe et que les barbares ne sont pas arrivés. Certains même, de retour des frontières, assurent qu'il n'y a plus de barbares. Et maintenant qu'allons-nous devenir, sans barbares. Ces gens-là, fessaient sens, apportaient une solution. Constantin Cavafy

Le temps dont nous disposons chaque jour est élastique ; les passions que nous ressentons le dilatent, celles que nous inspirons le rétrécissent, et l'habitude le remplit. Marcel Proust, À l'ombre des jeunes filles en fleurs Lesser Ury, Le tapis rouge, vers 1899

Mille millions d'individus m'ont consacré toute leur activité d'un jour, leur force, leur talent, leur science, leur intelligence, leurs habitudes, leurs sentiments, leur cœur. Et voilà qu'aujourd'hui j'ai le couteau à la main. À l’enseignant décapité. Blaise Cendrars J'ai tué

"I could snatch a day out of the late autumn And set it trembling like forgotten springs There would be sharp blue skies and new leaves shining And flying shadows cast by flying wings" Sara Teasdale, 1924

Permanent things are what is needful in a poem, things temporally Of great dimension, things continually renewed or always present. Robinson Jeffers / Point Joe

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence. Thoreau’s Journal October 18, 1855

Whenever a man separates from the multitude and goes his own way, there is a fork in the road, though the travellers along the highway see only a gap in the paling. H. D. Thoreau

this is our time, our finite time seize it - with serenity and clarity lose ourselves in our every passing whiles passing little whiles time's elastic change a lasting change - Bruce Hornsby, Time the Thief

They were nearly all Islanders in the Pequod, ISOLATOES too, I call such, not acknowledging the common continent of men, but each ISOLATO living on a separate continent of his own.

more skittish now, more watchful, primed always for hasty retreat, but still coming by from time to time, a blessing

"What prepares men for totalitarian domination in the non-totalitarian world is the fact that loneliness, once a borderline experience usually suffered in certain marginal social conditions like old age, has become an everyday experience..." Hannah Arendt