“All the labours of ages, all the devotion, all the inspiration, all the noon-day brightness of human genius, are destined to extinciton… — Bertrand Russell Copy Share Image
“Being dead filled her beyond fulfillment. Like a fruit suffused with its own mystery and sweetness, she was filled with her vast… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“She was in herself, like a woman near term, and did not think of the man, going on ahead, or the path,… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
