To Live As One Likes Is Plebian

When An Idea Is Wanting, A Word Can Always Be Found To Take Its Place.

Why Should We Not Recognize In The Lightning, The Thunder, And The Storm Wind, The Approach Of An Overwhelming Power, And In The Scent Of Flowers And The Gently Rustling Zephyr The Presence Of A Being Full Of Love?

Every Idea Appears At First As A Strange Visitor, And When It Begins To Be Realized, It Is Hardly Distinguishable From Fantasy.

To Have More, You Must First Be More.

Colour Itself Is A Degree Of Darkness.