Laughter Is A Sunbeam Of The Soul.

Isn't It Grand, Isn't It Good, That Language Has Only One Word For Everything We Associate With Love - From Utter Sanctity To The Most Fleshly Lust? The Result Is Perfect Clarity In Ambiguity, For Love Cannot Be Disembodied Even In Its Most Sanctified Forms, Nor Is It Without Sanctity Even At Its Most Fleshly. Love Is Always Simply Itself, Both As A Subtle Affirmation Of Life And As The Highest Passion; Love Is Our Sympathy With Organic Life.

Has The World Ever Been Changed By Anything Save The Thought And Its Magic Vehicle The Word?

Laughter Is A Sunbeam Of The Soul.

If You Are Possessed By An Idea, You Find It Expressed Everywhere, You Even Smell It.

In Books We Never Find Anything But Ourselves. Strangely Enough, That Always Gives Us Great Pleasure, And We Say The Author Is A Genius.