When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses. For art establishes the basic human truth which must serve as the touchstone of our judgment.
–John F. Kennedy
In memoriam, November 22, 1963
The virtue of justice consists in moderation, as regulated by wisdom.
A word for our immoderate times.
Matthaei Woods, Michigan
When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him. In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
The first snow of winter fell in Michigan today, which also happens to be the birthday of my favorite writer, Albert Camus.
Fleming Creek, MIchigan
The true work of art is but the shadow of a divine perfection.
On this day in 1512, the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel was opened to the public for the first time.
Several years later, I took this photo at one of my favorite haunts, Iargo Springs in the Huron National Forest, Michigan
Huron National Forest, Michigan
I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
Anne of Green Gables, via Lucy Montgomery
While here I stand, not only with the sense
Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts
That in this moment there is life and food
For future years.
William Wordsworth, Lines Composed a few Miles above Tintern Abbey
Newburgh Lake, Michigan