Greg

“O my brave men! Stout hearts of mine!
who often have suffered worse calamities with me,
Let us now drown your cares in wine.
Tomorrow we venture once again upon the boundless sea.”
― Horace

“I looked into the darkness. I knew that in my street, on the outskirts of the city, no procession would ever march by. There were no stars in the sky, but a fine rain was falling. I heard its fall as a quiet rustle, like the turning pages of a book. Perhaps it was a hand running along a table covered by a green cloth with a leaf design; perhaps it was the rustle of those leaves being touched that I heard. Perhaps Death too has a friendly, kind voice and perhaps she too caresses one’s hair with her hard, callused hand.”
― Jiří Weil, Life with a Star

“I have nevertheless reached the age where life, for every man, is accepted defeat.”
― Marguerite Yourcenar, Memoirs of Hadrian

“And people always think there’s hope, even when they’re standing over an open grave.”
― Jiří Weil, Life with a Star