-- Rainer Maria Rilke Letter to Helmuth Westhoff, 12th November 1901
SMALL KINDNESSES
Danusha Laméris
I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. And sometimes, when you spill lemons from your grocery bag, someone else will help you pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass. We have so little of each other, now. So far from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, have my seat,” “Go ahead--you first,” “I like your hat.”
-- Edward Abbey Letter to Florence Kell, 26th September 1976
Astonishing to think so little has changed in regard to greed and destruction of the earth in the nearly half a century since this was written! Actually, it's got worse - look at what the 'AI' techbros are doing - leaving actual residents without water and electricity 'cos they're using it all. Bastards.
Two Letters to Autumn
As long as autumn lasts I won’t have enough hands, canvas or colours to paint the beautiful things that I see.
Vincent van Gogh Letter to his brother, Theo 25th September 1888
-- From The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh
Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love—that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
George Eliot Letter to Maria Lewis 1st October 1841
-- From George Eliot’s Life, as Related in her Letters and Journals
to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you.
-- Alexandre Dumas
One thing I am convinced more and more is true and that is this: the only way to be truly happy is to make others happy.
William Carlos Williams Letter to this mother 12th February 1904
(From The Selected Letters of William Carlos Williams)