Colors Are Light's Suffering And Joy

What Is Part Of You, You Cannot Get Rid Of, Even If You Were To Throw It Away.

What You Have Inherited From Your Forefathers, It Takes Work To Make It Your Own.

We Are Shaped And Fashioned By What We Love.- Henry Ward Beecher - I Never Knew How To Worship Until I Knew How To Love.

All That Is Noble Is In Itself Of A Quiet Nature, And Appears To Sleep Until It Is Aroused And Summoned Forth By Contrast.

Superstition Is The Poesy Of Practical Life; Hence, A Poet Is None The Worse For Being Superstitious.