High in the air rises the forest of oaks, high over the oaks soar the eagle, high over the eagle sweep the clouds, high over the clouds gleam the stars… high over the stars sweep the angels… – Heinrich Heine, “Ideas: Book Le Grand,” 1826, translated from German by Charles
The sky was clear — remarkably clear — and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse. – Thomas Hardy
The fact that I can plant a seed and it becomes a flower, share a bit of knowledge and it becomes anothers, smile at someone and receive a smile in return, are to me continual spiritual exercises. – Leo Buscaglia
