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

Do not call any work menial until you have watched a proud person do it. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com

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