Justin

“Who Goes With Fergus?

Who will go drive with Fergus now,
And pierce the deep wood's woven shade,
And dance upon the level shore?
Young man, lift up your russet brow,
And lift your tender eyelids, maid,
And brood on hopes and fear no more.

And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love's bitter mystery;
For Fergus rules the brazen cars,
And rules the shadows of the wood,
And the white breast of the dim sea
And all dishevelled wandering stars.”
― William Butler Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats

“The flesh is sad, alas, and I have read all the books.”
― Stéphane Mallarme

“Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.”
― William Faulkner

“Finally, from so little sleeping and so much reading, his brain dried up and he went completely out of his mind.”
― Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote