Autumn Aphorism #175

Longwood Gardens, Pennsylvania

Longwood Gardens, Pennsylvania

A moral is attached to autumnal scenes: leaves falling like our years, flowers fading like our hours, clouds fleeting like our illusions, light diminishing like our intelligence, and the sun growing colder like our affections.

CHATEAUBRIAND

L’amour Aphorisms #97

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“True love is like ghostly apparitions: everybody talks about  them but few have ever seen one.”

“There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand copies, all different.”

“We forgive so long as we love.”

“We never desire passionately what we desire through reason alone.”

LA ROCHEFOUCAULD

Mother’s Day Aphorisms #95

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“Childrens are the anchors of a mother’s life.

SOPHOCLES

“Life began with waking up and  loving my mother’s face.”

GEORGE ELIOT

“All that I am, or hope to be. I owe to my angel mother.”

ABRAHAM LINCOLN

“A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lightening up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.”

HONORE DE BALZAC

“Mother’s love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.”

ERIC FROMM

“The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother.”

THEODORE HESBURGH

Beauty Aphorisms #92

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“Beauty is a manifestation of secret natural laws, which otherwise would have been hidden from us forever.”

GOETHE

“Beauty awakens the soul to act.”

DANTE

“Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is art.”

RALPH WALDO EMERSON

“To love beauty is to see light.”

VICTOR HUGO

“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.”

CONFUCIUS

111 years ago today… #89

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REMEMBERING MY GRANDFATHER

My paternal Grandfather, Dr. Kusztos Denes was born 111 years ago today, on April 28, 1902 in a small village, called Kibed, in Erdely, Magyarorszag (Transylvania, Hungary), part of Romania since 1921. He was the last, the  32nd child of his family and grew up in an orphanage. He graduated as a teacher and protestant minister in Nagyenyed. He studied  law and theology at the University of Kolozsvar (Cluj-Napoca). He worked as a teacher and protestant priest in various small villages in Erdely and founded a school, a rectory and a community center for the Hungarian minority in an area that became overpopulated by Romanians. He was a talented musician, well known conductor and played the organ, piano and violin.

He moved with his wife, Eszter and two children, Denes and Judit to Hungary in 1941, before Erdely again became part of Romania after WW II. He taught languages in various schools in Debrecen and then Budapest until his retirement. He spoke several languages, including Hungarian, Romanian, Russian, Polish, German, Esperanto and English. He died at the age of 82 after a long and prosperous life serving his country in a tragic historic period of Hungary.

I made the above Conte crayon drawing of him about ten years ago from memory and based on some photographs. On this drawing he was about 80 years old, still vigorous, full of life and energy.  We were very close and I cherish a lot of memories about him. My Grandfather lives in my heart…