WE begin to die not in our sense or extremities, but in our divine faculties.
Morning brings back the heroic ages.
I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees.
Love must be as much a light as it is a flame.
Unless we do more than simply learn the trade of our time, we are but apprentices, and not yet masters of the art of life.
It has been so written, for the most part, that the times it describes are with remarkable propriety called dark ages. They are dark, as one has observed, because we are so in the dark about them.