Joy's Smile Is Much Closer To Tears

Where The Telescope Ends The Microscope Begins, And Which Has The Wider Vision?

To Live A Life Which Is A Perpetual Falsehood Is To Suffer Unknown Tortures.

We Say And Exclaim Within Ourselves Without Breaking Silence, In A Tumult Where Everything Speaks Except Our Mouths. The Realities Of The Soul Are None The Less Real For Being Invisible And Impalpable.

Heaven, On Occasion, Half Opens Its Arms To Us; And That Is The Great Moment.

Death Belongs To God Alone; By What Right Do Men Touch That Unknown Thing?