“Autobiographies of great nations are written in three manuscripts – a book of deeds, a book of words and a book of art. Of the three, I would choose the latter as truest testimony.”
Sir Kenneth Smith, Great Civilisations
The sun that brief December day
Rose cheerless over hills of gray...
John Greenleaf Whittier, Snowbound
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
TS Eliot, Little Gidding
Hold to the Now,
The Here, to
Which all Future plunges
To the Past.
James Joyce, Ulysses
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