Truth Is A Hard Master,

I Do Believe I Begin To Grasp The Nature Of Miracles! For Would It Be A Miracle, If There Was Any Reason For It? Miracles Have Nothing To Do With Reason. Miracles Contradict Reason, They Strike Clean Across Mere Human Deserts, And Deliver And Save Where They Will. If They Made Sense, They Would Not Be Miracles.

Every Spring Is The Only Spring, A Perpetual Astonishment.

Beauty Is A Perilous Gift.

Even A Saint May Take Pleasure, In Retrospect, In Having Been Once Desired

Of All The Reports That Fly About The World, Ill News Is The Surest Of All To Arrive!