He fed his spirit with the bread of books. – Edwin Markham
The crest and crowning of all good, Lifes final star, is Brotherhood. – Edwin Markham
He fed his spirit with the bread of books. – Edwin Markham
The crest and crowning of all good, Lifes final star, is Brotherhood. – Edwin Markham
Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, the emptiness of ages in his face, and on his back the burden of the world. – Edwin Markham
There is a destiny that makes us brothers, No one goes his way alone; All that we send into the lives of others, Comes back into our own. – Edwin Markham
Readers of novels. I sometimes think that I could, if put to it, pick the real readers of novels out of a crowd. They have a strangeness about the eye, almost as if there were an extra bit of lens on the cornea…. The glance of a reader shows me a soul with a different orientation to time… – Sven Birkerts (b.1951), “Notes from a Confession,” The Agni Review, No.22 (1985)