not fare well, but fare forward

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong thing.

In spite of all the dishonour, the broken standards, the broken lives, The broken faith in one place or another, There was something left that was more than the tales Of old men on winter evenings.

So the lover must struggle for words.

Gradually we come to admit that Shakespeare understands a greater extent and variety of human life than Dante; but that Dante understands deeper degrees of degradation and higher degrees of exaltation.

The old should be explorers, be curious, risk transgression, explore oldness itself.

There will be time to murder and create.