And how could we endure to live and let time pass if we were always crying for one day or one year to come back--if we did not know that every day in a life fills the whole life with expectation and memory and that these are that day?

“I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the l…”

“Literary experience heals the wound, without undermining the privilege, of indi…”

“The Christian has a great advantage over other men, not by being less fallen th…”

“The real moon,if you could reach it and survive it, would in a deep and deadly …”