Books are men of higher stature.
Who so loves believes the impossible.
Light tomorrow with today!
Love that endures, from life that disappears!
A man may love a woman perfectly, and yet by no means ignorantly maintain a thousand women have not larger eyes. Enough that she alone has looked at him with eyes that, large or small, have won his soul.
And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can.