But why look back at all? Why turn your eyes to your shadow, when, by looking upward, you see your rainbow in the same direction?

I was born, for instance, incapable of appreciating music.

How strange that some people cannot believe in both the Book of Nature and the Book of God.

We travel to learn; and I have never been in any country where they did not do something better than we do it, think some thoughts better than we think, catch some inspiration from heights above our own.

We have a hunger of the mind which asks for knowledge of all around us, and the more we gain, the more is our desire; the more we see, the more we are capable of seeing.

But why look back at all? Why turn your eyes to your shadow, when, by looking upward, you see your rainbow in the same direction?

The love of one's own sex is precious, for it is neither provoked by vanity nor retained by flattery; it is genuine and sincere.