“Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.”

L’amour est profondément égoïste, tandis que la maternité tend à multiplier nos sentiments.
Part II, ch. LII.
Letters of Two Brides (1841-1842)

Source: Clockwork Princess

ibid.

Source: Flight

Source: Dreaming the Dark: Magic, Sex and Politics (1982), Ch. 6 : Building Community : Processes for Groups, p. 92
Context: We are all longing to go home to some place we have never been — a place half-remembered and half-envisioned we can only catch glimpses of from time to time. Community. Somewhere, there are people to whom we can speak with passion without having the words catch in our throats. Somewhere a circle of hands will open to receive us, eyes will light up as we enter, voices will celebrate with us whenever we come into our own power. Community means strength that joins our strength to do the work that needs to be done. Arms to hold us when we falter. A circle of healing. A circle of friends. Someplace where we can be free.

Source: When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops?

Source: Philosophy At The Limit (1990), Chapter 5, Nietzsche's Styles, p. 95

Source: 1910's, The Art of Noise', 1913, p. 6
Context: This evolution toward noise-sound is only possible today. The ear of an eighteenth century man never could have withstood the discordant intensity of some of the chords produced by our orchestras (whose performers are three times as numerous); on the other hand our ears rejoice in it, for they are attuned to modern life, rich in all sorts of noises. But our ears far from being satisfied, keep asking for bigger acoustic sensations. However, musical sound is too restricted in the variety and the quality of its tones. Music marks time in this small circle and vainly tries to create a new variety of tones... We must break at all cost from this restrictive circle of pure sounds and conquer the infinite variety of noise-sounds.