Light is the first of painters. There is no object so foul that intense light will not make it beautiful.

Anger is that powerful internal force that blows out the light of reason.

From within or from behind, a light shines through us upon things, and makes us aware that we are nothing, but the light is all

Time and space are but the physiological colors which the eye maketh, but the soul is light; where it is, is day; where it was, is night.

Does not the eye of the human embryo predict the light!

If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the univ