call me unoriginal, but i really liked this bit i heard on npr this morning. it's from robert kennedy - from a speech he gave announcing the death of mlk. he's quoting a poet named aeschylus:
Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forgetfalls drop by drop upon the heart,until, in our own despair,against our will,comes wisdomthrough the awful grace of God.
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