"Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn"
"How silent, how spacious, what room for all, yet without place to insert an atom--in graceful succession, in equal fullness, in balanced beauty, the dance of the hours goes forward still. Like an odor of incense, like a strain of music, like a sleep, it is inexact and boundless. It will not be dissected, nor unraveled, nor shown."
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Source: Ralph Waldo Emerson (1983). “Essays and Lectures”, p.328, Library of America
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