The inward light is forever striving to gather enough additional light to penetrate the fog of our senses. – Henry Stanley Haskins, Meditations in Wall Street, 1940, originally published an
But when I was twelve years old I caught my first strong glimpse of one of the fundamental forces of existence, whose votary I was destined to be for life – namely, Beauty. – Georg Brandes
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests. – Pablo Neruda, quoted in Wall Street Journal,, 14 November 1985