Goethe on solitude

On this account, nothing is more dangerous than solitude; there our imagination, always disposed to rise, taking a new flight on the wings of fancy, pictures to us a chain of beings, of whom we seem the most inferior. All things appear greater than...

Roosevelt

Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again. [via mdh.]

Augusten Burroughs

I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.

L’Étranger

[via voxsart.]

Water bridges are amazing.

Here’s one in Magdeburg.

Missing Eleanor?

Me too. [via messesofmen.]

Shawl collar.

J. Crew Lambswool Triple Pocket Cardigan is where it’s at. [via acutestyle.]

Nico – These days

Nico - These Days [via tkow.]

Sic transit gloria.

[via voxsart.]

Battle of Britain.

British Information Service/U.S. Office of War Information [via Shorpy via lovelyydarkanddeep.]