With memory set smarting like a reopened wound, a man's past is not simply a dead history, an outworn preparation of the present it is a still quivering part of himself, bringing shudders and bitter flavours and the tinglings of a merited shame.
With memory set smarting like a reopened wound, a man's past is not simply a dead history, an outworn preparation of the present it is a still quivering part of himself, bringing shudders and bitter flavours and the tinglings of a merited shame.
For what we call illusions are often, in truth, a wider vision of past and present realities a willing movement of a man's soul with the larger sweep of the world's forces a movement towards a more assured end than the chances of a single life.
Rome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
I desire no future that will break the ties with the past.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories