Vision may sometimes sleep in the sun, while it wakens to widest revelation in utter darkness. Thus I am rapt in a trance-like acceptance of opening cavernous depths, crypts of decyphered gloom, yielding hollows of velvet obscurity that go down, down to the roots of things. – Virginia Garland, “The Rain,” Out West: A Magazine of the Old Pacific and the Ne

The best rose-bush, after all, is not that which has the fewest thorns, but that which bears the finest roses. – Henry Van Dyke

In the life we might have lived, the years never pass. On the person we might have been, time never leaves its mark. How different would seem our might-have-beens if we could picture them as would-be-nows. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com

I have found that the conclusion, “Nobody cares” is always based on an insufficient sampling. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com