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JORGE LUIS BORGES, THE MOON
There is a lot of solitude in that gold.
The moon of nights is not the moon
who saw the first Adam.
The long centuries
of the human vigil they have filled it
of ancient tears.
Look at her.
It is your mirror.
Henri Lebasque (25 September 1865 – 7 August 1937) The Alley of Jars at Pradet
Edith Holden (British, 1871 - 1920) June from "Nature Notes for 1906" which were published in 1977 in book form under the title "The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady".
-My race is myself. The person is an individual humanity. Every man is a race, policeman.
Mia Couto
In the book "Each Man is a Race"
“So many of our dreams seem impossible, and then they seem improbable. And then when we summon the will, they soon become inevitable.”
~ Christopher Reeve
~ Last train