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

Destiny has two ways of crushing us — by refusing our wishes and by fulfilling them. – Henri Frederic Amiel

With most men, unbelief in one thing springs from blind belief in another. – Georg Christoph Lichtenberg, “Notebook L,” Aphorisms