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2021

Aliquid amplius invenies in silvis, quam in librisoriginal ↗
1 Feb 2021
It is all a question of chronologyoriginal ↗
1 Feb 2021
avant d’avoir déversé encore quelques pots de merde sur la tête de mes semblablesoriginal ↗
1 Feb 2021
Who, with our spleens, would all themselves laugh mortaloriginal ↗
28 Jan 2021
It no longer shocked anyone and that was all about itoriginal ↗
28 Jan 2021
Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisonsoriginal ↗
26 Jan 2021
And strings of words up the backside of humanityoriginal ↗
23 Jan 2021
The point that was common to one being and anotheroriginal ↗
22 Jan 2021
Every society produces the particular kind of imposture that suits it best, so to speakoriginal ↗
21 Jan 2021
Things aren’t all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believeoriginal ↗
20 Jan 2021
Guardate che ‘l venir sù non vi nòioriginal ↗
19 Jan 2021
So you could say this man truly had his throat slit by his own swordoriginal ↗
19 Jan 2021
Will return when your things are genuineoriginal ↗
17 Jan 2021
…who made “learning by suffering” into an effective laworiginal ↗
15 Jan 2021
It is a busy idleness that is our baneoriginal ↗
14 Jan 2021
What care I whether the divell himselfe redeem me?original ↗
13 Jan 2021
Their language compels them to live a librettooriginal ↗
13 Jan 2021
I have forgotten the word I wanted to sayoriginal ↗
13 Jan 2021
Nothing can contribute more to peace of souloriginal ↗
10 Jan 2021
Fraus vobis! – Tibi leccatori!original ↗
9 Jan 2021
The Procurator of Judeaoriginal ↗
9 Jan 2021
A Dream or Nooriginal ↗
8 Jan 2021
And if the song is sung trulyoriginal ↗
7 Jan 2021
Then choirs of angels will joyfully sing: “May God be merciful to this tippler.”original ↗
7 Jan 2021
What is boredom?original ↗
6 Jan 2021
He was not really tormented except by a cerebral erethismoriginal ↗
6 Jan 2021
Suppose I dine, after a fashion, in some not too unreliable placeoriginal ↗
5 Jan 2021
Patrick Leigh Fermor’s Green Diary pt.2original ↗
5 Jan 2021
And surely it is not a melancholy conceite to thinke we are all asleepe in this worldoriginal ↗
4 Jan 2021
And the tenth to madness extreme enough to make people throw stonesoriginal ↗
4 Jan 2021
And there is nothing about them that I praise so much as their abhorrence of a dull, vacant mindoriginal ↗
4 Jan 2021
Patrick Leigh Fermor’s Green Diaryoriginal ↗
4 Jan 2021
You are the drain pipe of my soul, you inattentive and indulgent confessororiginal ↗
2 Jan 2021
The thought still has too much elbow-room in the expressionoriginal ↗
2 Jan 2021
A high price for living too long with a single dreamoriginal ↗
1 Jan 2021

2020

Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hopeoriginal ↗
30 Dec 2020
That was a miserable expedition for themoriginal ↗
28 Dec 2020
For this is the life of the godsoriginal ↗
22 Dec 2020
The vanity of the sciencesoriginal ↗
22 Dec 2020
And the candle cures the seemsoriginal ↗
21 Dec 2020
He had outgrown his library as one outgrows a waistcoatoriginal ↗
19 Dec 2020
Omnia certe concacavitoriginal ↗
18 Dec 2020
The Castelfranco Madonnaoriginal ↗
16 Dec 2020
The vulture that probes our inmost liveroriginal ↗
13 Dec 2020
I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashoreoriginal ↗
11 Dec 2020
Rast Ich, So Rost Ichoriginal ↗
10 Dec 2020
The civilest way of describing an ignoramusoriginal ↗
10 Dec 2020
Porcus Troianusoriginal ↗
9 Dec 2020
Those who search for gold dig up much earth and find littleoriginal ↗
9 Dec 2020
The anecdote of the rabbit hunt offered by M. de Talleyrand to Napoleonoriginal ↗
8 Dec 2020
If this book is boring, two years from now it will be wrapping butter at the grocer’soriginal ↗
8 Dec 2020
Car l’énergie, même dans les mauvaises passions, excite toujours en nous un étonnement et une espèce d’admiration involontaireoriginal ↗
7 Dec 2020
In books, not authors, curious is my Lordoriginal ↗
6 Dec 2020
“I am shy with women: therefore there is no God” is highly unconvincing metaphysicsoriginal ↗
6 Dec 2020
Ex Libris #4 – Oeuvres de Marcel Schwoboriginal ↗
6 Dec 2020
Thought, which for other people is a compass to guide action, is for me its microscopeoriginal ↗
6 Dec 2020
Is it not better to do this than to engage in politics with you?original ↗
5 Dec 2020
We have had enough of action, and of motion weoriginal ↗
4 Dec 2020
Patience, sagacity, tolerance, veracity, perseverance, loyalty—all the qualities, in other words, that defined madnessoriginal ↗
3 Dec 2020
Opinion is set upon all thingsoriginal ↗
3 Dec 2020
Beyond my anxiety and beyond this writing the universe waits, inexhaustibleoriginal ↗
3 Dec 2020
Saint Jerome by Liberale da Veronaoriginal ↗
2 Dec 2020
I wrote it with the pen of mirth and the ink of melancholyoriginal ↗
1 Dec 2020
For you will undo the endlessly talking tongues of chattering menoriginal ↗
30 Nov 2020
What do you expect wisdom to be?original ↗
30 Nov 2020
Ea est odiorum Iliasoriginal ↗
29 Nov 2020
—of wondering why he was begot,—wishing himself dead;—sometimes worseoriginal ↗
29 Nov 2020
The Folly’s greater to have none at alloriginal ↗
29 Nov 2020
I forgot to be unflagging, content to have my daily drink.original ↗
28 Nov 2020
Is there no hope? Alas! –then bring the jowloriginal ↗
27 Nov 2020
On human actions reason tho’ you can, it may be Reason, but it is not Manoriginal ↗
26 Nov 2020
Since my youth I have loved books and have had a predilection for quietoriginal ↗
26 Nov 2020
As in a dream, when languid sleep seals eyes in our night-time restoriginal ↗
25 Nov 2020
I have sung women in three cities but it is all oneoriginal ↗
25 Nov 2020
For it is always one and the same beauty that binds and trammels meoriginal ↗
24 Nov 2020
Rerumque ignarus imagine gaudetoriginal ↗
23 Nov 2020
Just as the shimmering light from a watery surface in bronze-lipped Cauldronsoriginal ↗
23 Nov 2020
But nothing is more delightful than to possess lofty sanctuaries sereneoriginal ↗
23 Nov 2020
It’s been a long, long, long timeoriginal ↗
22 Nov 2020
For dolts admire and love everything more which they see hidden amid distorted wordsoriginal ↗
22 Nov 2020
The robb’d that smiles steals something from the thieforiginal ↗
21 Nov 2020
Cumae and Avernusoriginal ↗
20 Nov 2020
Et j’ai deux fois vainqueur traversé l’Achéronoriginal ↗
20 Nov 2020
Each of the drinking cups, which charmingly sailed across the water like boats …original ↗
19 Nov 2020
Do not take opium, but put salt and vinegar in the soul’s woundoriginal ↗
19 Nov 2020
Un dì si venne a me Malinconiaoriginal ↗
18 Nov 2020
Then, for the first time, brutal horror beset me on all sidesoriginal ↗
18 Nov 2020
A pelting kind of thersitical satire, as black as the very ink ’tis wrote withoriginal ↗
17 Nov 2020
The best good Man, with the worst natur’d Museoriginal ↗
16 Nov 2020
And give to dust that is a little gilt more laud than gilt o’er-dusted.original ↗
16 Nov 2020
Make me happy for a momentoriginal ↗
15 Nov 2020
Dare you tell me I am not a lark bird asleeporiginal ↗
15 Nov 2020
See, they returnoriginal ↗
15 Nov 2020
Virgil set out to write a masterpiece; curiously, he succeeded.original ↗
14 Nov 2020
It was because it was completely unclear, even to myself, which it had beenoriginal ↗
12 Nov 2020
I stood still and was a tree amid the woodoriginal ↗
12 Nov 2020
I really must insist on your oiling those chainsoriginal ↗
12 Nov 2020
And, like the haggard, check at every feather that comes before his eyeoriginal ↗
11 Nov 2020
And laughter is the end of all thingsoriginal ↗
11 Nov 2020
And all the time igniting herself, like smoking woodoriginal ↗
11 Nov 2020
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