Early morning, it’s still. Lean forward and inhale the soft fragrance of an open rose.
“When nothing else exists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered…the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls bearing resiliency, on tiny and almost impalpable drops of their essence, the immense edifice of memory.”
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be
satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.”