It is the nature of grace always to fill spaces that have been empty.
We will burn that bridge when we come to it.
One never goes further than when they do not know where they are going.
It would be a lowly art that allowed itself to be understood all at once.
Nature knows no pause in progress and development, and attaches her curse on all inaction.
All theory, my friend, is grey, But green is life's glad golden tree.