The sun works in my veins like wine, like wine! – Amy Levy, “A Minor Poet,” c.1884

The sun seems fascinated to get closer to this paradise landscape, and keeps dropping half inch by half inch in the west. Tenderly he flies to his lover, the Ocean, who twists in delight with his imminent arrival. “Patience, my love,” the Sun whispers in long golden rays. “Soon I am yours.” – Edmond Manning, King Perry

A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within. – Ralph Waldo Emerson