Through Chance, we are each a ghost to all the others, and our only reality; through Chance, the huge hinge of the world, and a grain of dust; the stone that starts an avalanche, the pebble whose concentric circles widen across the seas.
Thomas Wolfe Carolinian
Source
p. 160
- work
- Look Homeward, Angel (1929)
- year
- 1929
- locator
- p. 160
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“Through Chance, we are each a ghost to all the others, and o…” Thomas Wolfe. Carolina Quotes, record CQ-6222B182CA. https://carolinaquotes.com/quote/6222b182ca
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