The intellect of the wise is like glass; it admits the light of heaven and reflects it.
Augustus HareHappy the boy whose mother is tired of talking nonsense to him before he is old enough to know the sense of it.
Augustus HareThe intellect of the wise is like glass; it admits the light of heaven and reflects it.
Augustus HareHappy the boy whose mother is tired of talking nonsense to him before he is old enough to know the sense of it.
Augustus Hare