We are sure to be losers when we quarrel with ourselves; it is civil war. – Charles Caleb Colton

[T]he hours are even now never so full of gain as when I give them to the sky, the sea, the open wold. Why should we grudge Nature our heart? We might as well grudge it to the God who made the world. – Adeline Sergeant, The Story of a Penitent Soul: Being the Private Papers of Mr.

Everything that I bear within me bound, is to be found somewhere else free. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin