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Zadie Smith - Contemporary British novelist, essayist, and short-story writer.

Attributed to Marcus Aurelius (121 AD - 180 AD) Roman Emperor 

James Arthur Baldwin (1924 –1987) was an American writer, orator and activist. As a writer, he garnered acclaim across various mediums, including essays, novels, plays, and poems. His first novel, Go Tell It on the Mountain, was published in 1953; decades later, Time magazine included the novel on its list of the 100 best English-language novels released from 1923 to 2005. His first essay collection, Notes of a Native Son, was published in 1955. Baldwin was also a well-known, and controversial, public figure, especially during the civil rights movement in the United States.

“You must have control of the authorship of your own destiny. The pen that writes your life story must be held in your own hand.”― Irene C. Kassorla

Leo Tolstoy, (Count Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy) (1828 - 1910} Renowned Russian writer and philosopher born into an aristocratic Russian family. He is best known for his epic novels War and Peace and Anna Karenina, which are considered among the greatest works of realist fiction. He is regarded as one of the greatest novelists of all time and a major figure in Russian literature. Tolstoy's writing also explored themes of morality, spirituality, and social reform. His works continue to be read and studied worldwide, influencing writers and thinkers across generations. His ideas about non-violence, social justice, and the importance of individual conscience have had a lasting impact on social and political movements.

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Old Proverb

Mahatma Gandhi - (October 2, 1869 - January 30, 1948)

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"Because memory is what resists time and its powers of destruction, and it is something like the form that eternity can assume in that incessant transit. And although we (our conscience, our feelings, our harsh experience) are changing as the years go by, and also our skin and our wrinkles are becoming proof and testimony of this transition, there is something in us, deep inside, there in very dark regions, clinging tooth and nail to our childhood and to the past, to the people and to the land, to tradition and to the dreams, which seem to resist that tragic process: memory, the mysterious memory of ourselves, of what we are and what we were"

Translated from the Original Spanish version: La Resistencia  /  Ernesto Sábato  /  Seix Barral,  2000

"Porque la memoria es lo que resiste al tiempo y a sus poderes de destrucción, y es algo así como la forma que la eternidad puede asumir en ese incesante tránsito. Y aunque nosotros (nuestra conciencia, nuestros sentimientos, nuestra dura experiencia) vamos cambiando con los años, y también nuestra piel y nuestras arrugas van convirtiéndose en prueba y testimonio de ese tránsito, hay algo en nosotros, allá muy dentro, allá en regiones muy oscuras, aferrado con uñas y dientes a la infancia y al pasado, a la raza y a la tierra, a la tradición y a los sueños, que parece resistir a ese trágico proceso: la memoria, la misteriosa memoria de nosotros mismos, de lo que somos y de lo que fuimos”

Like silver lamps in a distant shrine,
The stars are sparkling bright
The bells of the city of God ring out,
For the Son of Mary is born to-night.
The gloom is past and the morn at last
Is coming with orient light.

Never fell melodies half so sweet
As those which are filling the skies,
And never a palace shone half so fair
As the manger bed where our Saviour lies;
No night in the year is half so dear
    As this which has ended our sighs.

Now a new Power has come on the earth,
    A match for the armies of Hell:
A Child is born who shall conquer the foe,
    And all the spirits of wickedness quell:
For Mary’s Son is the Mighty One
    Whom the prophets of God fortell.

The stars of heaven still shine as at first
    They gleamed on this wonderful night;
The bells of the city of God peal out
    And the angels’ song still rings in the height;
And love still turns where the Godhead burns
    Hid in flesh from fleshly sight.

Faith sees no longer the stable floor,
    The pavement of sapphire is there
The clear light of heaven streams out to the world
    And the angels of God are crowding the air,
And heaven and earth, through the spotless birth
    Are at peace on this night so fair.

William Chatterton Dix (1837 - 1898) was an English writer of hymns and carols. He was born in Bristol,  He study for a mercantile career, and became manager of a maritime insurance company in Glasgow where he spent most of his life. Few modern writers have shown so signal a gift as his for the difficult art of hymn-writing. His original hymns are found in most modern hymn-books. Some of his carols, such as The Manger Throne have been very popular. His hymns and carols also include "As with Gladness Men of Old". What Child is this?, To Thee, O Lord, Our Hearts We Raise and Alleluia! Sing to Jesus.

Eugène Ionesco (1909 - 1994) Romanian-born French dramatist. Wrote mostly in French, and was one of the foremost dramatists of the 20th century.