Jacob Villa

“As they walked up the garden, the orange cactus fell, and Mr. Beebe’s last vision was of the garden-child clasping it like a lover, his dark head buried in a wealth of blossom.

“It is terrible, this havoc among the flowers,” he remarked.”
― E.M. Forster, A Room with a View

“I would like to step out of my heart
And go walking beneath the enormous sky.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke

“We must assume, I think, that the forward projection of what imagination he had, stopped at the act, on the brink of all its possible consequences; ghost consequences, comparable to the ghost toes of an amputee or to the fanning out of additional squares which a chess knight (that skipspace piece), standing on a marginal file, "feels" in phantom extensions beyond the board, but which have no effect whatever on his real moves, on the real play.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire

“Those who feed upon the Word grow strong and peaceful and are by God’s grace hidden from the strife of tongues.”
― Charles Haddon Spurgeon, The Golden Alphabet: An Exposition of Psalm 119