Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.
...one interior life in which all beings live with God, themselves are God, existing in the mighty whole, indistinguishable as the cloudless east is from the cloudless west, when all the hemisphere is one cerulean blue.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.
I'll teach my boy the sweetest things; I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.