You called, shouted, broke through my deafness; you flared, blazed, banished...– St. Augustine (via nonjeneregrette)
Some men are cold, and some fall weak, some never with courage, a pure heart seek. The wicked, like wolves, dwell in hearts concealed and prey in twilight, luring fears unhealed. Others like Pilate, who stand before the light yet hold not to their heart; betrayed for fright. Such was a man, this silent youth, who sung of chastity half-mute. Quixotic dreams raged against his World’s War,...
And so in all his pain he asks no pity: there is always the radiance in the...– Plotinus
A Gentleman at the Brothel
When I was 18 an idea came to me for the making of what I planned to be my first novel. It was to be called A Gentleman at the Brothel; taking place in 1888 Whitechapel, London. The plot was to follow a tragic tale of a virtuous foreign Gentleman, Claude, who happens to fall in love with a young girl working a brothel half against her will. Ensues from it this endearing fight to redeem and raise...
An Anatomy of the World
She, she, is dead; she’s dead: when thou knowest this, Thou knowest how wan a Ghost this our world is: And learn thus much by our Anatomy, That it should more afright, then pleasure thee. And that, since all fair color then did sink, ‘Tis now but wicked vanity to think, To color vicious deeds with good pretence, Or with bought colors to illude mens sense. Nor in ought more this...
In the midst of the tyranny of the persecutors, an innumerable throng of people,...– Thomas Aquinas
—ALL THE WORLD’S blind to love, and the lover that’s come to be. So in their eyes, as an unfit bride, With Latin flames they martyr me. But let them all fall with Babylon, & the whore we were, or now’ve become. For a Higher Love’s found me, and drawn me as before; —One not only worth living, But worth dying for.
A precondition to reading good books is not reading awful ones; for life is too...– Schopenhauer This should be posted above every bookcase I own.
These two creatures were resplendent. They had reached that irrevocable and...– Victor Hugo, Les Misérables .
*rococo revisited: hi… I just wanted to say feel... →
hi… I just wanted to say feel like ‘removed’ from the essence of my blog, or like I don’t ‘feel’ it anymore. I would rather find photos of abandoned haunted-like buildings than being a simple catalogue of rococo styles. Truth is, more or less I have it covered because rococo was just a small movement that didn’t last much. Sometimes I find myself posting photos just because I have created a...
In a word, the true morality of Christianity is love. And love does admittedly...– Joseph Ratzinger Jesus of Nazareth (via thefullnessofthefaith)