The only thing grief has taught me is to know how shallow it is.

All life is a nap. The more naps you take the better.

Knowledge is the knowing that we cannot know.

If we walk in the woods, we must feed mosquitoes.

We may be partial, but Fate is not.

That which we do not believe, we cannot adequately say; even though we may repeat the words ever so often.

Nature is sanative, refining, elevating. How cunningly she hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses, and violets, and morning dew! Every inch of the mountains is scarred by unimaginable convulsions, yet the new day is purple with the bloom of youth and love.