What induces a child to learn but his delight in knowing?
There is no blindness more insidious, more fatal that this race for profit.
No pessimist ever discovered the secrets of the stars.
Words are the mind's wings, are they not?
No smile is as beautiful as the one that struggles through tears.
I wonder what becomes of lost opportunities? Perhaps our guardian angel gathers them up as we drop them, and will give them back to us in the beautiful sometime when we have grown wiser, and learned how to use them rightly.