[T]he hours are even now never so full of gain as when I give them to the sky, the sea, the open wold. Why should we grudge Nature our heart? We might as well grudge it to the God who made the world. – Adeline Sergeant, The Story of a Penitent Soul: Being the Private Papers of Mr.

Though confined to our destiny, we do get to pick the color scheme. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com

The finest thing in the world is knowing how to belong to oneself. – Michel de Montaigne, Of Solitude

Everything that I bear within me bound, is to be found somewhere else free. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin