It Is Not So Easy

To Learn To Read Is To Light A Fire.

It Seems As Though, At The Approach Of A Certain Dark Hour, The Light Of Heaven Infills Those Who Are Leaving The Light Of Earth.

There Are Plenty Who Regard A Wall Behind Which Something Is Happening As A Very Curious Thing.

Genius Is A Promontory Jutting Out Into The Infinite.

How Did It Happen That Their Lips Came Together? How Does It Happen That Birds Sing, That Snow Melts, That The Rose Unfolds, That The Dawn Whitens Behind The Stark Shapes Of Trees On The Quivering Summit Of The Hill? A Kiss, And All Was Said.