I Accept The Universe!

Who Can Ever Be Alone For A Moment In Italy? Every Stone Has A Voice, Every Grain Of Dust Seems Instinct With Spirit From The Past, Every Step Recalls Some Line, Some Legend Of Long-neglected Lore.

What A Difference It Makes To Come Home To A Child!

The Life Of The Soul Is Incalculable.

A Man Who Means To Think And Write A Great Deal Must, After Six And Twenty, Learn To Read With His Fingers.

Who Does Not Observe The Immediate Glow And Security That Is Diffused Over The Life Of Woman, Before Restless Or Fretful, By Engaging In Gardening, Building, Or The Lowest Department Of Art? Here Is Something That Is Not Routine--something That Draws Forth Life Towards The Infinite.