Tyler

“If you cannot read all your books, at any rate handle, or as it were, fondle them – peer into them, let them fall open where they will, read from the first sentence that arrests the eye, set them back on the shelves with your own hands, arrange them on your own plan so that if you do not know what is in them, you at least know where they are. Let them be your friends; let them at any rate be your acquaintances. If they cannot enter the circle of your life, do not deny them at least a nod of recognition.”
― Winston S. Churchill, Painting As a Pastime

“I will soar, then, beyond
this power of my nature also, still rising by degrees
toward
him who made me. And I enter the fields and spacious
halls of memory,
where are stored
as treasures
the countless
images
that have been brought
into them from all manner
of
things by the senses.
There, in the memory,
is likewise
stored what we cogitate,
either by
enlarging
or reducing
our perceptions,
or by altering
one way or another
those things which
the senses have made contact
with; and everything
else that has been entrusted
to it and
stored up in it, which oblivion
has not yet swallowed
up and buried.”
― Augustine of Hippo

“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.”
― William Blake, Auguries of Innocence

“One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65,
you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die.
However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find––
is they are not always with whom we spend our lives”
― Beau Taplin, Hunting Season