[A] morning-land full of immeasurable hopes encircled him; he stripped his breast, threw himself all aglow into the dripping grass, washed (but not with any higher purpose than girls have) his firm face with liquid June-snow… – Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Hesperus, or Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography,

…for here there is no place that does not see you. You must change your life. – Rainer Maria Rilke, “Archaic Torso of Apollo,” about a sculpture, translated by

Loyalty in a free society depends upon the toleration of disloyalty. – Alan Barth, The Loyalty of Free Man, 1951