A young man rarely gets a better vision of himself than that which is reflected from a true woman's eyes; for God himself sits behind them.
J. G. HollandMy God! I thank Thee for the bath of sleep, That wraps in balm my weary heart and brain, And drowns within its waters still and deep My sorrow and my pain. I thank Thee for my dreams, which loose the bond That binds my spirit to its daily load, And give it angel wings, to fly beyond Its slumber-bound abode.
J. G. Holland