When I break any of the chains that bind me I feel that I make myself smaller. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin

In this, the late afternoon of my life, I wonder: am I casting a longer shadow or is my shadow casting a shorter me? – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com

The road was new to me, as roads always are going back. – Sarah Orne Jewett, The Country Road of Pointed Firs, 1896

The silkworm spins out his life, and, wrapping himself in his labor, dies. – Phineas Parkhurst Quimby (1802-1866), “Religion in Disease,” 1865