In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
Robert Green IngersollReason is the light, the sun of the brain. It is the compass of the mind, the ever-constant Northern Star, the mountain peak that lifts itself above all clouds.
Robert Green IngersollI have always noticed that the people who have the smallest souls make the most fuss about getting them saved.
Robert Green Ingersoll