You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed. And that isn’t flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn’t have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there. Richard Bach (Jonathan Livingston Seagull)
The darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never hid the light, never put out the stars. It only made the stars more keenly, kindly glancing, as if in protest against the darkness. George Eliot
Thinker and Luisa are back, one year later, with the blog Quoted Images, Imaged Quotes. Very much look forward to seeing you around and reading your comments and suggestions. Thinker and Luisa, November 2010