The present is the instant in which the future crumbles into the past.

when we peer into the distance some of the galaxies we see may simply be reflections, ghost images created by rebounded light.

I kept staring into the blackness of the woods, drawn into the darkness as I always had been. I suddenly realized how alone I was. (But this is how you travel, the wind whispered back, this is how you've always lived.)

I am never going to have anything more to do with politics or politicians. When this war is over I shall confine myself entirely to writing and painting.

Written By Winston Churchill

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