November 15, 2016

My heart’s in the highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart’s in the highlands a-chasing the deer —
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
My heart’s in the highlands, wherever i go.

Farewell to the highlands, farewell to the North —
The birthplace of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wonder, wherever i rove,
The hills of the highlands for ever I love.

Farewell to the mountains high cover’d with snow;
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods;
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.

My heart’s in the highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart’s in the highlands a-chasing the deer —
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
My heart’s in the highlands, wherever I go.

~ Robert Burns


November 15, 2016

“En tentant l’impossible, on peut atteindre le plus haut niveau du possible.” ~ A. Strindberg


October 9, 2016

“The whole world was made from nothing, so couldn’t at least one bran cake be made from it?” ~ Seitsemän veljestä


October 9, 2016

“It was a sunday morning. A pig was wallowing in a mud puddle in the bright summer sunshine, watching the people pass by on their way to church. Heart aching with envy, he gazed at the noble, beautiful form of the human beings, thinking of his own scruffy shape. Such a bright radiance beamed from the brow of a few passers-by that his own eyes were deflected, and he was furious with god for not making him a human being. When he had grumbled and complained his full, he stretched out his legs, closed his squinty little eyes, and fell asleep.
But when he awoke after some time, a man laid near him, a drunk who had fallen into the mud puddle and was about to choke on the muck. Sensing his danger, the pig pitied at him, gripped his collar with his sharp fangs, and dragged him to dry ground. Having done this merciful deed, he gazed at the man for a moment, gave an ugly sneer, and said: ‘You miserable man, you look so ugly that I can’t stand to look at you any longer’. Thus spoke the pig, walked grunting away, and began to root up the earth.”
~ Seitsemän veljestä


October 9, 2016

“Man was born a wanderer; he has no lasting rest here. He wanders, he is tossed to and fro a little while, and in the end, he sags and sinks down like a rat at the foot of a wall.”

“Mother rabbit said to Jussi-Rabbit: ‘Go your way, my little son, and always remember what I say: there’s a trap on every trail and a snare at every step’.”

~ Seitsemän veljestä


October 9, 2016

“… the poor man’s only pleasure, the hissing steam from a sauna stove.” ~ Seitsemän veljestä


October 9, 2016

“I have a plan. Let’s head for the woods. To hell with this jangling world. […] Far from the ways of the world and its ill-tempered people. That’s been my plan for many years.”

“… the dark sea of the wilderness looms all around.”

“… the solemn gloom of the northern swamps.”

“… a broad, calm, forested world shading into blue in the distance surrounded him, and the setting sun in the west shed a glow of russet and gold on the old bearded spruce on the ridge top.”

“… there in the glow of the fire and the twinkling of stars, they all rested, while around them the frost cracked in the dry spruce trees and the cold breeze sighed a dirge in the deep woods.”

~ Seitsemän veljestä


September 24, 2016

“No field is so well cleared, that by diligence and attention a sheaf may not be collected.” ~ Captain George Matthew Jones


September 24, 2016

“I travelled through its silent and solemn forests, looking at the tracks of the wolves on the snow beneath, and listening to the crashes among the trees of the dense woods whose branches, bound together by icicles, were shaken by the stormy winds.” ~ John Bowring


September 24, 2016

“In a few places the ice of the gulf was a smooth sheet; in others it was roughly frozen in waves and large masses. The vast extended plain of ice, broken in abrupt ridges, the boundless and dreary track marked only by a line of trees and boughs, and the rugged rocks starting up on every side, afforded one of the most desolate scenes imaginable.” ~ William Coxe

“As we continued to advance across the more open sea, the ice became stronger: and being now at a considerable distance from any land, the prospect widened on all sides, and became at every instant more desolate and appalling. The wind had carried off every particle of snow; and we journeyed for many miles over a surface clear and transparent as glass.”~ Edward Daniel Clarke

“We were amused at the ice hills heaped one on another, sometimes to a considerable height. These were formed while the ice was yet in broken pieces, by the wind and the waves throwing one piece upon another.” ~ John Paterson