[Commonplace books: Thomas Farnaby, 17th-century]
Our happiness during this final stage of our journey was so unruffled, so calm, that I can no longer recount any of it. The most beautiful works of men are implacably sorrowful. What would a narrative of happiness be like? All that can be described is what prepares it, and then what destroys it.
Posted by Alina Stefanescu Coryell on 06.12.2009
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