Out of a few misunderstandings with reality we construct beliefs and hopes, and we live on these crusts, which we call bread, just like poor children who play at being happy.

Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel.

There are only two lasting bequests that we can hope to give our children — roots and wings.

It could be you.

The soul of Adonais, like a star,
Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.