Source: Don Quixote de la Mancha (1605–1615), Part I, Book III, Ch. 11.
“In the random flux of universal contingency, nothing mattered; and yet, and yet...”
Source: Green Mars (1993), Chapter 3, “Long Runout” (p. 125)
“There is always something left to love. And if you ain't learned that, you ain't learned nothing.”
Mama, Act III
A Raisin in the Sun (1959)
Context: There is always something left to love. And if you ain't learned that, you ain't learned nothing. Have you cried for that boy today? I don't mean for yourself and for the family 'cause we lost the money. I mean for him; what he's been through and what it done to him. Child, when do you think is the time to love somebody the most; when they done good and made things easy for everybody? Well then, you ain't through learning — because that ain't the time at all. It's when he's at his lowest and can't believe in hisself 'cause the world done whipped him so. When you starts measuring somebody, measure him right child, measure him right. Make sure you done taken into account what hills and valleys he come through before he got to wherever he is.
Introductio ad prudentiam: Part II (1727), Gnomologia (1732)
Letter to David Lucas (15 February 1836), on the mezzo print of the 'Salisbury Cathedral from the Meadows'; as quoted in Leslie Parris and Ian Fleming-Williams, Constable (Tate Gallery Publications, London, 1993), p. 37
1830s
“Nothing is yet in its true form.”
Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold (1956)
“Yet nothing was simple, certainly not simplification.”
Let the Great World Spin (2009), Book One: All Respects to Heaven, I Like it Here
Context: I knew then that it would end badly, her and Corrigan, these children. Someone or other was going to get torn asunder. And yet why shouldn't they fall in love, if even just for a short while? Why shouldn't Corrigan live his life in the body that was hurting him, giving up in places? Why shouldn't he have a moment of release from this God of his? It was a torture shop for him, worrying about the world, having to deal with intricacies when what he really wanted was to be ordinary and do the simple thing.Yet nothing was simple, certainly not simplification. Poverty, chastity, obedience — he had spent his life in fealty to them, but was unarmed when they turned against him.
