Excerpted from Christopher Morley’s A Book of Days: Being a Briefcase packed for his own Pleasure
NOVEMBER 17, TUESDAY 1931
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.
A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
He who has suffer’d you to impose on him, knows you.
Where man is not, nature is barren.
Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believed.— WILLIAM BLAKE, Proverbs of Hell
Oh, Blake, I love you so.
