Colour itself is a degree of darkness.

Your messages I hear, but faith has not been given; The dearest child of Faith is Miracle.

Too many parents make life hard for their children by trying, too zealously, to make it easy for them.

What in us the women leave uncultivated, children cultivate when we retain them near us.

A king there was once reigning, Who had a goodly flea, Him loved he without feigning, As his own son were he!

Art is a mediator of the unspeakable.

A judge who cannot punish, in the end associates themselves with the criminal.