Julia Nugent

“How fleeting are all human passions compared with the massive continuity of ducks.”
― Dorothy L. Sayers, Gaudy Night

“If a writer wrote merely for his time, I would have to break my pen and throw it away. ”
― Victor Hugo

“The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice.”
― Theodore Parker

“Come, said my Soul
Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,)
That should I after death invisibly return,
Or, long, long hence, in other spheres,
There to some group of mates the chants resuming,
(Tallying Earth’s soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,)
Ever with pleas’d smiles I may keep on,
Ever and ever yet the verses owning — as, first, I here and now,
Signing for Soul and Body, set to them my name,”
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass