Laughter Is The Sun That Drives Winter

Dreaming Is Happiness. Waiting Is Life.

The Beautiful Has But One Type, The Ugly Has A Thousand.

What Love Commences Can Be Finished By God Alone.

Does Not Beauty Confer A Benefit Upon Us, Even By The Simple Fact Of Being Beautiful?

There Is A Sacred Horror About Everything Grand. It Is Easy To Admire Mediocrity And Hills; But Whatever Is Too Lofty, A Genius As Well As A Mountain, An Assembly As Well As A Masterpiece, Seen Too Near, Is Appalling.