THE HOUR-HAND OF LIFE.—Life consists of rare single moments of the greatest importance, and of countless intervals during which, at best, the phantoms of those moments hover around us. Love, the Spring, every fine melody, the mountains, the moon, the sea—all speak but once fully to the heart, if, indeed, they ever do quite attain to speech. For many people have not those moments at all, and are themselves intervals and pauses in the symphony of actual life. ~Friedrich Nietzsche, HUMAN, ALL TOO HUMAN, aphorism 586 [1]

Two yellow spring flowers

More yellow spring flowers

  1. Contributors. (2011, December 31). Human all-too-human. Wikisource. Retrieved March 31, 2016, from ↩︎