Hell Was Made For The Inquisitive.

When We Read A Book, Our Most Essential Trait - Imagination - Is Given The Opportunity To Soar.

You Don't Love In Your Enemies What They Are, But What You Would Have Them Become By Your Prayers.

Just Think Of The Illimitable Abundance And The Marvelous Loveliness Of Light, Or Of The Beauty Of The Sun And Moon And Stars.

People Travel To Marvel At The Mountains, Seas, Rivers And Stars And They Pass Right By Themselves Without Astonishment.

In The Usual Course Of Study I Had Come To A Book Of A Certain Cicero.