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Toward seven o'clock every morning, I leave my study and step Out on the bright terrace; the sun already burns resplendent Between the shadows of the fig tree, makes the low wall of coarse Granite warm to the touch. Here my tools lie ready and waiting, Each one an intimate, an ally: the round basket for weeds: The zappetta, the small hoe with a short haft ... There's a rake here as well, at at times a mattock and spade, Or two watering cans filled with water warmed by the sun. With my basket and small hoe in hand, facing the sun, I Go out for my morning walk. Herman Hesse		Tuesday Jul 15, 2025
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Kindness in ourselves is the honey that blunts the sting of unkindness in another. Walter Savage Landor

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	Walter Savage Landor
	Walter Savage Landor (January 30, 1775 - September 17, 1864) was an English writer and poet. His best known works were the prose Imaginary Conversations, and the poem Rose Aylmer, but the critical acclaim he received from contemporary poets and reviewers was not matched by public popularity. As remarkable as his work was his rumbustuous character and lively temperament. Read More

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The writings of the wise are the only riches our posterity cannot squander.

If there were no falsehood in the world, there would be no doubt; if there were no doubt, there would be no inquiry; if no inquiry, no wisdom, no knowledge, no genius.

Fame, they tell you, is air; but without air there is no life for any; without fame there is none for the best.

Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art.

I strove with none; for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

George the First was always reckoned Vile, but viler George the Second; And what mortal ever heard Any good of George the Third? When from earth the Fourth descended God be praised, the Georges ended!

We are no longer happy as soon as we wish to be happier.

Kindness in ourselves is the honey that blunts the sting of unkindness in another.

The bird of wisdom flies low, and seeks her food under hedges; the eagle himself would be starved if he always soared aloft and against the sun.

Absence and death are the same only that in death there is no suffering.

The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.

Heat and animosity, contest and conflict may sharpen the wits, although they rarely do; they never strengthen the understanding, clear the perspicacity, guide the judgment, or improve the heart.

Death stands above me, whispering low I know not what into my ear; Of his strange language all I know Is, there is not a word of fear.

In the hours of distress and misery, the eyes of every mortal turn to friendship; in the hours of gladness and conviviality, what is our want? It is friendship. When the heart overflows with gratitude, or with any other sweet or sacred sentiment, what is the word to which it would give utterance? A friend.

Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature; for never is life so low or so little as when occupied with the present.

I sometimes think that the most plaintive ditty has brought a fuller joy and of longer duration to its composer that the conquest of Persia to the Macedonian.

Delay in justice is injustice.

Many love music but for music's sake, Many because her touches can awake Thoughts that repose within the breast half-dead, And rise to follow where she loves to lead. What various feelings come from days gone by! What tears from far-off sources dim the eye! Few, when light fingers with sweet voices play, And melodies swell, pause, and melt away, Mind how at every touch, at every tone, A spark of life hath glistened and hath gone.

I see the rainbow in the sky, the dew upon the grass; I see them, and I ask not why they glimmer or they pass. With folded arms I linger not to call them back; twere vain: In this, or in some other spot, I know theyll shine again.

Clear writers, like fountains, do not seem so deep as they are; the turbid look the most profound.

People, like nails, lose their effectiveness when they lose direction and begin to bend.