Trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle.

Trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle.

Precious is sleep, better to be of stone,
while the oppression and the shame still last;
not seeing and not hearing, I am blest;
so do not wake me, hush! keep your voice down.

Ancora Imparo

(Yet I am learning)

What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful that the garment with which it is clothed?

My soul can find no staircase to heaven unless it be through Earth's loveliness