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

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

There is no tomorrow. There is only a planet turning on its axis, and a creature given to optimistic fancies. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com

A thing, until it is everything, is noise, and once it is everything it is silence. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin