I Know The Lands Are Lit, With

Stain My Eyes As I May, On All Sides All Is Black.

Bee To The Blossom, Moth To The Flame; Each To His Passion; What's In A Name?

There Is Nothing So Skillful In Its Own Defense As Imperious Pride.

Gazing Around, Looking Up At The Lofty Pinnacles Above, Which Seemed To Pierce The Sky, Looking Down Upon The World,--it Seemed The Whole World, So Limitless It Stretched Away At Her Feet,--feeling That Infinite Unspeakable Sense Of Nearness To Heaven, Remoteness From Earth Which Comes Only On Mountain Heights, She Drew In A Long Breath Of Delight, And Cried: "at Last! At Last, Alessandro! Here We Are Safe! This Is Freedom! This Is Joy!

One Of Dr. Johnson's Ingredients Of Happiness Was, "a Little Less Time Than You Want." That Means Always To Have So Many Things You Want To See, To Have, And To Do, That No Day Is Quite Long Enough For All You Think You Would Like To Get Done Before You Go To Bed.