Sunlight Is Like The Breath Of Life

To The Untrue Man, The Whole Universe Is False- It Is Impalpable- It Shrinks To Nothing Within His Grasp. And He Himself Is In So Far As He Shows Himself In A False Light, Becomes A Shadow, Or, Indeed, Ceases To Exist.

But, Irreverently Consorting With These Grave, Reputable, And Pious People, These Elders Of The Church, These Chaste Dames And Dewy Virgins, There Were Men Of Dissolute Lives And Women Of Spotted Fame, Wretches Given Over To All Mean And Filthy Vice, And Suspected Even Of Horrid Crimes. It Was Strange To See That The Good Shrank Not From The Wicked, Nor Were The Sinners Abashed By The Saints.

Happiness Is Not Found In Things You Possess, But In What You Have The Courage To Release.

No Fountain So Small But That Heaven May Be Imaged In Its Bosom.

Romance And Poetry, Ivy, Lichens And Wallflowers Need Ruin To Make Them Grow.