A sanctity hangs about the sources of our being, whether physical, social, or imaginary.
George SantayanaNature drives with a loose rein and vitality of any sort can blunder through many a predicament in which reason would despair.
George SantayanaNature is like a beautiful woman that may be as delightfully and as truly known at a certain distance as upon a closer view; as to knowing her through and through; that is nonsense in both cases, and might not reward our pains.
George Santayana