landor-trust

Above all gifts we most should prize
The wisdom that makes others wise;
To others when ourselves are dust
We leave behind this sacred trust,
We may not know, when we are gone,
The good we shall on earth have done;
Enough in going is the thought
For once we acted as we ought.

Thought:

“The centuries have grown heavy and weigh upon the moment. We are more corrupt than all the ages, more decomposed than all the empires. Our exhaustion interprets history, our breathlessness makes us hear the death rattle of nations… the curtain of the universe is moth-eaten, and through its holes we see nothing, now, but masks and ghosts…”

Emil Cioran

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