It is true that the unknown is the largest need of the intellect, though for it, no one thinks to thank God.
Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye.
It is finished, is never said of us
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot, As if a chart were given.
Beauty is just a light switch away...'click!' Beauty is not caused. It is.
Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.