There is indeed no such thing in life as absolute darkness; one's eyes revolt and hasten to fill the vacuum by floating in sparks, dream patterns, figures whimsical and figures grotesque, shifting and clad in complementary colors, to appease the indignant cups and rods of the retina.
In the mind of a woman, to give birth to a child is the short cut to omniscience.
Style is doing things not in any way but in the best way.
Without bigots, eccentrics, cranks and heretics the world would not progress.
The old say, "I remember when." The young say, "What's the news?"
Her heart is older than her head; yea, her emotion is the mother of her reason