Greg

“Hopeful in adversity, fearful
In prosperity, the well-armed soul
Confronts its fate.”
― Horace

“I looked into the darkness. I knew that in my street, on the outskirts of the city, no procession would ever march by. There were no stars in the sky, but a fine rain was falling. I heard its fall as a quiet rustle, like the turning pages of a book. Perhaps it was a hand running along a table covered by a green cloth with a leaf design; perhaps it was the rustle of those leaves being touched that I heard. Perhaps Death too has a friendly, kind voice and perhaps she too caresses one’s hair with her hard, callused hand.”
― Jiří Weil, Life with a Star

“I have nevertheless reached the age where life, for every man, is accepted defeat.”
― Marguerite Yourcenar, Memoirs of Hadrian

“Of all the joys which are slowly abandoning me, sleep is one of the most precious, though one of the most common, too. A man who sleeps but little and poorly, propped on many a cushion, has ample time to meditate upon this particular delight.”
― Marguerite Yourcenar, Memoirs of Hadrian