We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.
~ Chuang Tzu
There is that great proverb – that until the lions have their own historians, the history of the hunt will always glorify the hunter.
~ Chinua Achebe
Photo: Bronze statue of a man with a lion - Queen Victoria Memorial - Buckingham Palace - London
When dullness shall chain the wild harp that would praise thee,
When its last sigh of freedom is heard on thy shore,
When its raptures shall bless the false hearth that betrays thee –
Oh, then, dearest Erin, I'll love thee no more!
~ J. J. Callanan
Painting: The Harp of Erin by Thomas Buchanan Read
O sweet are dews of morning, ere the Autumn blows so chill,
And sweet are forest flowers in the hawthorn's mossy shade,
But nothing is so fair, and nothing ever will
Bloom like the rosy cheek of my bonny Forest Maid.
~ John Clare
Painting: Flowers From The Woods by J. O. Bank
O Poesy! for thee I hold my pen
That am not yet a glorious denizen
Of thy wide heaven – Should I rather kneel
Upon some mountain-top until I feel
A glowing splendour round about me hung,
And echo back the voice of thine own tongue?
~ John Keats
Photo: Ben Whishaw as John Keats in the 2009 film Bright Star
What damsel is that? said Arthur. That is the Lady Of The Lake, said Merlin; and within that lake is a rock, and therein is as fair a place as any on earth, and richly beseen, and this damsel will come to you anon, and then speak ye fair to her that she will give you that sword.
~ Sir Thomas Malory