The world of literature is a world of endless possibilities

Since philosophy is a piece of human character, it merits a spot in the realm of endless facts.

For in the end, it is all about memory, its sources and its magnitude, and, of course, its consequences.

But extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence.

Man can try to name love, showering upon it all the names at his command, and still he will involve himself in endless self deceptions. If he possesses a grain of wisdom, he will lay down his arms and name the unknown by the more unknown—ignotum per ignotius—that is by the name of God.

Unlike the gold which needed nothing, and must be worshipped in close-locked solitude—which was hidden away from the daylight, was deaf to the song of birds, and started to no human tones—Eppie was a creature of endless claims and ever-growing desires, seeking and loving sunshine, and living sounds, and living movements; making trial of everything, with trust in new joy, and stirring the human kindness in all eyes that looked on her.