these are interesting to read together:
“Ne te quaesieris extra.”
Man is his own star; and the soul that can
Render an honest and a perfect man,
Commands all light, all influence, all fate;
Nothing to him falls early or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
[Cast the bantling on the rocks,
Suckle him with the she-wolf’s teat;
Wintered with the hawk and fox,
Power and speed be hands and feet.]
Epilogue to Beaumont and Fletcher’s Honest Man’s Fortune.
Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte.
Almost time to re-read this sucker again. Ah, summer traditions.
i can feel His promise in this summer.
Whicher on Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Let the Honor’s Project research begin.