Friday, August 30, 2013

Daily Dose

From Thomas Carlyle: A History of His Life in London, 1834 - 1881, by James Anthony Froude


"My life is full of sadness, streaked with wild gleamings of a very strange joy, but habitually sad enough.  The dead seem as much my companions as the living; death as much present with me as life.  The only wise thing I can do is hold my tongue and see what comes of it."

From Chapter V, and a letter to John Carlyle

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