"The First Morning", p. 1
Desert Solitaire (1968)
Context: This is the most beautiful place on earth.
There are many such places. Every man, every woman, carries in heart and mind the image of the ideal place, the right place, the one true home, known or unknown, actual or visionary. A houseboat in Kashmir, a view down Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn, a gray gothic farmhouse two stories high at the end of a red dog road in the Allegheny Mountains, a cabin on the shore of a blue lake in spruce and fir country, a greasy alley near the Hoboken waterfront, or even, possibly, for those of a less demanding sensibility, the world to be seen from a comfortable apartment high in the tender, velvety smog of Manhattan, Chicago, Paris, Tokyo, Rio, or Rome — there's no limit to the human capacity for the homing sentiment.
“An ideal culture is one that makes a place for every human gift”
Source: Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar
“The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places.”
Source: A Farewell to Arms
Source: A Natural History of the Senses (1990), Chapter 5 “Vision” (p. 281)
Original: (it) Il vero amore consiste nel mettere sempre al primo posto la persona che in ogni dove senti far parte di te.
Source: prevale.net
Source: Studies in Nature and Literature
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