QOTD Emerson

The only gift is a portion of thyself. Thou must bleed for me. Therefore the poet brings his poem; the shepherd, his lamb; the farmer, corn; the miner, a gem; the sailor, coral and shells; the painter, his picture; the girl, a handkerchief of her own sewing. This is right and pleasing, for it restores society in so far to its primary basis, when a man’s biography is conveyed in his gift.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essay V

QOTD Deus Caritas Est

The epicure Gassendi used to offer Descartes the humorous greeting: ‘O Soul!’ And Descartes would reply: ‘O Flesh!’ Yet it is neither the spirit alone nor the body alone that loves: It is man, the person, a unified creature composed of body and soul, who loves.

Benedict XVI, Deus Caritas Est, 5