We Live Ruins Amid Ruins.

The Foundations Of A Person Are Not In Matter But In Spirit.

Tis A Short Sight To Limit Our Faith In Laws To Those Of Gravity, Of Chemistry, Of Botany, And So Forth.

Our Fear Of Death Is Like Our Fear That Summer Will Be Short, But When We Have Had Our Swing Of Pleasure, Our Fill Of Fruit, And Our Swelter Of Heat, We Say We Have Had Our Day.

My Book Should Smell Of Pines And Resound With The Hum Of Insects.

If You Would Lift Me Up You Must Be On Higher Ground.