Excerpts from My Journals
[Dated Summer 2001. When I was reading Edith Hamilton's The Greek Way.]

Brief is the growing time of joy for mortals and brief the flowers bloom that falls to the earth shaken by grim fate. Things of a day! What are we and what are we not. Man's a shadows dream.

Vanity of vanities: all is vanity.

The Greek poet Pindar.

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