“ The good critic is he who narrates the adventures of his soul among masterpieces. ”
Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened.
~ Anatole France
To accomplish great things, we must dream as well as act.
Time deals gently only with those who take it gently.
It is possible that these millions of suns, along with thousands of millions more we cannot see, make up altogether but a globule of blood or lymph in the veins of an animal, of a minute insect, hatched in a world of whose vastness we can frame no conception, but which nevertheless would itself, in proportion to some other world, be no more than a speck of dust.
