History with its flickering lamp stumbles along the trail of the past, trying to reconstruct its scenes, to revive its echoes, and kindle with pale gleams the passion of former days. – Winston Churchill
Nature is new every morning, but its cycles are ancient, independent of all our anxieties, oblivious to our plans. – Barbara Cawthorne Crafton, “Morning Prayer, Evening Prayer,” 2003 September 25th
