“I live my life in primary colors
I let praise or blame fall where they may.
I hold my soul in equanimity …”
(Sister Helen Prejean from the song cycle The Deepest Desire: Four Meditations on Love)
(Walter de la Mare in Alone)
“O had I wings like to a dove,
then should I from these troubles fly,
to wilderness would I remove,
to spend my life, and there to die.”
(W. Leighton in O had I wings …)
“What shall I do now? What shall I do?
I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?
What shall we ever do?”
(T.S. Eliot in Waste Land, 1922)