Let us love nobly, and live, and add again years and years unto years, till we attain to write threescore: this is the second of our reign. – John Donne
God employs several translators some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice. – John Donne
Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; for, thus friends absent speak. – John Donne
Time has lost all meaning in that nightmare alley of the Western world known as the American mind. We wallow in nostalgia but manage to get it all wrong. True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories… but American-style nostalgia is about as ephemeral as copyrighted d?j? vu. – Florence King