"In every real man ...."

In every real man a child is hidden who wants to play.

Friedrich Nietzsche

"Slowly, slowly wisdom gathers"

Slowly, slowly wisdom gathers:

Golden dust in the afternoon,

Somewhere between the sun and me,

Sometimes so near that I can see,

Yet never settling, late or soon.

Would that it did, and a rug of gold

Spread west of me a mile or more:

Not large, but so that I might lie

Face up, between the earth and sky,

And know what none has known before.

Then I would tell as best I could

The secrets of that shining place:

The web of the world, how thick, how thin,

How firm, with all things folded in;

How ancient, and how full of grace.

Mark Van Doren

"A book of Verses ...."

A book of Verses underneath the bough, a jug of wine, a loaf of bread – and Thou beside me singing in the wilderness – Oh, wilderness were Paradise enough!

Omar Khayyam