To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.
Dirt has been shrewdly termed "misplaced material.
You say, "Where goest Thou?" I cannot tell, And still go on. But if the way be straight I cannot go amiss: before me lies Dawn and the day: the night behind me: that Suffices me: I break the bounds: I see, And nothing more; believe and nothing less. My future is not one of my concerns.
Pain is as diverse as man. One suffers as one can.
To think of shadows is a serious thing.
The omnipotence of evil has never resulted in anything but fruitless efforts. Our thoughts always escape from whoever tries to smother them.