Love is the only bow on Life's dark cloud. It is the Morning and the Evening Star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of Artโinspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heartโ builder of every homeโkindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody, for Music is the voice of Love.
Robert Green IngersollIgnorance worships mystery; reason explains it; the one grovels, the other soars.
Robert Green IngersollThe first step is for man to cease to be the slave of man. The second, is to cease to be the slave of the monsters of his own creation, the ghosts and phantoms of the air.
Robert Green Ingersoll