Maershon

“for places in the court are but like beds in the hospital, where this man's head lies at that man's foot, and so lower and lower.”
― John Webster, The Duchess of Malfi

“Let them be brave, the old man thought, a prayer to no one in particular – whoever they are, my great grandchildren – let them be brave so they might look back upon this planet from a distant star one day and have forged their own, better place. Let them be brave so they might choose Compassion over Stupidity each and every time. Let their genes hum with the Insatiable Need to Know That Which They Don't Know Yet. God, let them be better than us at the very least.”
― Exurb1a, The Bridge to Lucy Dunne

“Some people give off a scent of danger that the wise know and avoid and that the foolish are drawn to.”
― Chris Priestley, Tales of Terror from the Black Ship

“If I know a song of Africa,—I thought,—of the Giraffe, and the African new moon lying on her back, of the ploughs in the fields, and the sweaty faces of the coffee-pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Would the air over the plain quiver with a colour that I had had on, or the children invent a game in which my name was, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or would the eagles of Ngong look out for me? I”
― Karen Blixen, Out of Africa: and Shadows on the Grass