
“Every man is the center of a circle, whose fatal circumference he can not pass.”
Eulogy on Benjamin Hill, United States Senate, Jan. 23, 1882.
Source: One Hundred Years of Solitude
“Every man is the center of a circle, whose fatal circumference he can not pass.”
Eulogy on Benjamin Hill, United States Senate, Jan. 23, 1882.
“Circles, like the soul, are neverending and turn round and round without a stop”
This adage had previously appeared, identically worded, in Coleridge's The Statesman's Manual (1816)
1840s, Essays: First Series (1841), Circles
describing Boccioni
In the 'Preface' of Boccioni's show at Ca' Pesaro, July 1910; as quoted in Inventing Futurism: The Art and Politics of Artificial Optimism, by Christine Poggi, Princeton University Press, 2009, p. 107
1900's
Michael Robartes and the Dancer http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1535/
Michael Robartes and the Dancer (1921)
Context: Opinion is not worth a rush;
In this altar-piece the knight,
Who grips his long spear so to push
That dragon through the fading light,
Loved the lady; and it’s plain
The half-dead dragon was her thought,
That every morning rose again
And dug its claws and shrieked and fought.
Could the impossible come to pass
She would have time to turn her eyes,
Her lover thought, upon the glass
And on the instant would grow wise.