Et Cetera | William Merritt Chase
Landscape: Shinnecock, Long Island, ca. 1896

Landscape: Shinnecock, Long Island, ca. 1896

Excerpt | Tea & Honey

"I don’t feel very much like Pooh today," said Pooh.

"There there," said Piglet.
"I’ll bring you tea and honey until you do."

Milne, A. A. (1926) Winnie-the-Pooh I

Et Cetera | Richard Riemerschmid
In the Countryside, 1895

In the Countryside, 1895

Excerpt | Pain

This is why we’re here. To fight through the pain and, when possible, to relieve the pain of others. So simple. So hard to see.

Agassi, A (2009) Open

Et Cetera | Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot
Beach near Etretat, ca. 1872

Beach near Etretat, ca. 1872

Fundamentals | E. E. Cummings

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

Et Cetera | Berthe Morisot
Girl in a Boat with Geese, ca. 1889

Girl in a Boat with Geese, ca. 1889

Excerpt | Excitement

I like it when somebody gets excited about something. It's nice.

Salinger, J.D. (1951) The Catcher in the Rye

Et Cetera | Vincent van Gogh
Starry Night over the Rhône, 1888

Starry Night over the Rhône, 1888

Excerpt | hot summer sky

And somehow or other, the windows being open, and the book held so that it rested upon a background of escallonia hedges and distant blue,
instead of being a book it seemed as if what I read was laid upon the landscape not printed, bound, or sewn up,
but somehow the product of trees and fields and the hot summer sky,
like the air which swam, on fine mornings, round the outline of things.

Woolf, V. (1967) The Essays, Vol. 3: 1919-1924

Excerpt | 1932

Maycomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it.
Somehow, it was hotter then.
Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning.
Ladies bathed before noon after their three o'clock naps.
And by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frosting from sweating and sweet talcum.
The day was twenty-four hours long, but it seemed longer.

Lee, H (1960) To Kill A Mocking Bird

Excerpt | The Summer Book

‘It's funny about love', Sophia said. 'The more you love someone, the less he likes you back.'
'That's very true,' Grandmother observed. 'And so what do you do?'
'You go on loving,' said Sophia threateningly. 'You love harder and harder.”

Jansson, T. (1972 ) The Summer Book

Excerpt | Solitude

The deeper the solitude the less the sense of loneliness, and the nearer our friends.

Muir, J. (1911 ) My First Summer in the Sierra

Excerpt | Believe

When you come to the edge of all that you know, you must believe one of two things: either there will be ground to stand on, or you will be given wings to fly.

Melling, O.R. (1999) The Summer King, The Chronicles of Faerie Vol. II