One sits and reads, and the hours pass, and this passing seems not loss but a kind of staying. - adapted from Virginia Woolf’s notebooks The library was not a building but a condition sustained by attention.
...would you be pleased to find a nation of such barbarous temper, that, breaking out in hideous violence, would not afford you an abode on earth,...what would you think to be thus used? this is the strangers case; And this
To feel envy is human, to savor schadenfreude is diabolic. - Arthur Schopenhauer The ladder caught my eye first, leaning careless on an apple limb old enough to have its own opinions.