“A single grave! —the only one
In this unbroken ground,
Where yet the garden leaf and flower
Are lingering around.”
The Single Grave from The London Literary Gazette (29th August 1829)
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)
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“The single Rose
Is now the Garden
Where all loves end”
Ash-Wednesday (1930)
Context: Lady of silences
Calm and distressed
Torn and most whole
Rose of memory
Rose of forgetfulness
Exhausted and life-giving
Worried reposeful
The single Rose
Is now the Garden
Where all loves end
Terminate torment
Of love unsatisfied
The greater torment
Of love satisfied
End of the endless
Journey to no end
Conclusion of all that
Is inconclusible
Speech without word and
Word of no speech
Grace to the Mother
For the Garden
Where all love ends.

Source: The Tales of Alvin Maker, Seventh Son (1987), Chapter 10.

“Not a single leaf moves in this country if I'm not the one moving it. I want that to be clear!”
Speech (October 1981), quoted in "Las frases para el bronce de Pinochet." This expression is not original to Pinochet; it is also attributed to Inca Atahualpa in 1531. See Las Casas, Destruction of the Indies.
1980s


30 December 1850
Journal Intime (1882), Journal entries
Context: Each bud flowers but once and each flower has but its minute of perfect beauty; so, in the garden of the soul each feeling has, as it were, its flowering instant, its one and only moment of expansive grace and radiant kingship. Each star passes but once in the night through the meridian over our heads and shines there but an instant; so, in the heaven of the mind each thought touches its zenith but once, and in that moment all its brilliancy and all its greatness culminate. Artist, poet, or thinker, if you want to fix and immortalize your ideas or your feelings, seize them at this precise and fleeting moment, for it is their highest point. Before it, you have but vague outlines or dim presentiments of them. After it you will have only weakened reminiscence or powerless regret; that moment is the moment of your ideal.

A Hereditary Book on the Art of War (1632)