We are adapted to infinity. We are hard to please, and love nothing which ends: and in nature is no end; but every thing, at the end of one use, is lifted into a superior, and the ascent of these things climbs into daemonic and celestial natures.
We do what we can, and then make a theory to prove our performance the best.
The ornaments of our homes are the friends that visit it
Power dwells with cheerfulness.
The landscape belongs to the person who looks at it..." -Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know