Maybe you have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light.

Das Werk lobt den Meister. (German: The work proves the craftsman.)

As the skipping rope hit the pavement, so did the ball. As the rope curved over the head of the jumping child, the child with the ball caught the ball. Down came the ropes. Down came the balls. Over and over again. Up. Down. All in rhythm. All identical. Like the houses. Like the paths. Like the flowers

Qui plussait, plus se tait. French, you know. The more a man knows, the less he talks.

If our language is watered down, then mankind becomes less human, and less free.

I have a point of view. You have a point of view. God has view.

And joy is always a promise.