Ronald

“I sat, a solitary man,
In a crowded London shop,
An open book and empty cup
On the marble table-top.
While on the shop and street I gazed
My body of a sudden blazed;
And twenty minutes more or less
It seemed, so great my happiness,
That I was blessed and could bless.”
― W.B. Yeats, The Winding Stair And Other Poems

“Surely heaven must have something of the color and shape of whatever village or hill or cottage of which the believer says, This is my own.”
― William Faulkner, Light in August

“It ain’t dying I’m talking about, it’s living. I doubt it matters where you die, but it matters where you live.” ~spoken by Augustus McCrae”
― Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove

“Since when have we Americans been expected to bow submissively to authority and speak with awe and reverence to those who represent us?”
― William O. Douglas