We have time on our hands here, in our hearts, and it makes us strange.
(Kathleen Norris (b. 1947), U.S. poet and farmer. Dakota, ch. 27 (1993).
A resident of rural Lemmon, South Dakotahaving moved there from New York CityNorris was referring to the quiet, sparsely-populated prairies of North and South Dakota.)
It seems to me that physical sickness softens, just as moral sickness hardens, the heart.
(Philip Dormer Stanhope, 4th Earl Chesterfield (1694-1773), British statesman, man of letters. letter, Dec. 25, 1755, The French Correspondence of the 4th Earl of Chesterfield, vol. I, p. 106, ed. Rex A. Barrell, trans. James Gray, Ottawa, Borealis Press (1980).)