"Out of the night you burn, Manhattan, In a vesture of gold-- Spun of innumerable arcs, Flaring and multiplying-- Gold at the uttermost circles fading Into the tenderest hint of jade, Or fusing in tremulous twilight blues, Robing the far-flung offices, Scintillant-storied, forking flame, Or soaring to luminous amethyst Over the steeples aureoled."

“A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day.”

Source : Richard Crashaw (1858). “Complete works”, p.118

“It is strictly and philosophically true in Nature and reason that there is no such thing as chance or accident; it being evident that these words do not signify anything really existing, anything that is truly an agent or the cause of any event; but they signify merely men's ignorance of the real an immediate cause.”

Source : Joel Henry Hildebrand (1985). “Science in the Making”, Praeger Pub Text

“God bless Africa, Guard her people, Guide her leaders, And give her peace.”

“The essence of American racism is disrespect.”

Source : "The Case for Reparations". www.theatlantic.com.

“Science is rooted in the will to truth. With the will to truth it stands or falls. Lower the standard even slightly and science becomes diseased at the core. Not only science, but man. The will to truth, pure and unadulterated, is among the essential conditions of his existence; if the standard is compromised he easily becomes a kind of tragic caricature of himself.”

Source : Max Wertheimer, Lothar Spillmann (2012). “On Perceived Motion and Figural Organization”, p.262, MIT Press

“I suppose we acquire most of our feelings about our bodies too early, and in ways too complicated, to make them easy to account for.”

Source : Edward Weston, Charis Wilson (1993). “Edward Weston: nudes : his photographs accompanied by excerpts from the daybooks & letters”

“The lingering laughter fled from his eyes as he realized that he'd given himself away. "Where's Fiddle now?" "Safe and cared for. Safer than you'll be if you don't answer my questions." Ping. He managed not to laugh, but it looked like a hard fight. "Dung," Makenna muttered. the knight's expression changed to startled disapproval. A prig, as he? Maybe she could use that. "I said you should let me handle this," Cogswhallop told her. "I'd have meant it.”

“The condition of the body limits, largely, the expression of the spirit.”

Source : John Andreas Widtsoe (1932). “A Rational Theology, as Taught by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints”, p.125, Library of Alexandria