To Love Someone Is To See A

If The Flame Inside You Goes Out, The Souls That Are Next To You Will Die Of Cold.

That Is The Mystery Of Grace: It Never Comes Too Late.

A Good Critic Is The Sorcerer Who Makes Some Hidden Spring Gush Forth Unexpectedly Under Our Feet.

Tell Me What You Read And I'll Tell You Who You Are Is True Enough, But I'd Know You Better If You Told Me What You Reread.

A Man's Passion For The Mountain Is, Above All, His Childhood Which Refuses To Die.