[...] For all our penny-wisdom, for all our soul-destroying slavery to habit, it is not to be doubted, that all men have sublime thoughts; that all men value the few real hours of life; they love to be heard; they love to be caught up into the vision of principles. We mark with light in the memory the few interviews we have had, in the dreary years of routine and of sin, with souls that made our souls wiser; that spoke what we thought; that told us what we knew; that gave us leave to be what we inly were. [...]
[...] Can we not leave, to such as love it, the virtue that glitters for the commendation of society, and ourselves pierce the deep solitudes of absolute ability and worth?
[...] Rather let the breath of new life be breathed by you through the forms already existing. For, if once you are alive, you shall find they shall become plastic and new. The remedy to their deformity is, first, soul, and second, soul, and evermore, soul. [...]
- R. W. Ermerson
#. Marilynne Robinson의 작품들을 만났을 때처럼 같은 문장 수 번 읽게 하고, 멈추고, 다시 돌아가게 하고 있는 그의 일기와 산문집. 정초부터 들고 다닌 책이지만 반 정도 더 남은 것이, 조급하게 하지 않고 오히려 다행이라 생각될 정도로 달다. 고프고, 에, 또, 고달프기도 해서 더 그럴수도.
#. Shining in lower places, where nobody watches you, that's what I call Beauty.
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