You see those crosses on the side of the road,
or tied with ribbons in the median.
They make me grateful I can go this mile,
lay me down at night and wake me up again.
"All That We Let In" by the Indigo Girls
Indeed, indeed, there is charm in every period, and only fools and flutterpates do not seek reverently for what is charming in their own day. No martyrdom, however fine, nor satire, however splendidly bitter, has changed by a little tittle the known tendency of things. It is the times that can perfect us, not we the times, and so let all of us wisely acquiesce. Like the little wired marionettes, let us acquiesce in the dance.
The Pervasion of Rouge by Max Beerbohm