Science And Art Belong To The Whole

The Flowers Are Full Of Honey, But Only The Bee Finds Out The Sweetness.

One Glance, One Word From You Gives More Pleasure Than All The Wisdom Of This World.

Mountains Cannot Be Surmounted Except By Winding Paths.

Distance... Is Like Futurity. A Dim Vastness Is Spread Before Our Souls; The Perceptions Of Our Mind Are As Obscure As Those Of Our Vision... But Alas! When We Have Attained Our Object, When The Distant 'there' Becomes The Present 'here,' All Is Changed; We Are As Poor And Circumscribed As Ever, And Our Souls Still Languish For Unattainable Happiness.

Your Messages I Hear, But Faith Has Not Been Given; The Dearest Child Of Faith Is Miracle.