We are immersed in beauty, but our eyes have no clear vision.
No member of a crew is praised for the rugged individuality of his rowing.
Every action has an ancestor of a thought.
Love and you shall be loved. All love is mathematically just, as much as two sides of an algebraic equation.
The health of the eye demands a horizon.
When we have broken our god of tradition, and ceased from our god of rhetoric, then may God fire the heart with His presence.