I own two copies of Dag Hammarskjöld’s book Markings. The first one I purchased a decade ago at a used book sale (a well-spent fifty cents). I really enjoy Dag’s mixture of poetry, prose, and thoughts. Here are two excerpts that I particularly like:
“We carry our nemesis within us: yesterday’s self-admiration is the legitimate father of today’s feeling of guilt.”
And the second:
Beauty: a note that set the heartstrings quivering as it flew by; the shimmer of the blood beneath a skin translucent in the sunlight.
Beauty: the wind which refreshed the traveler, not the stifling heat in dark adits where beggars grubbed for gold.