Truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a time, but it ain’t going away.
Finally we shall place the Sun himself at the center of the Universe.
At rest, however, in the middle of everything is the sun.
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
The Sun never repents of the good he does, nor does he ever demand a recompence.
The Sun – just touched the Morning – The Morning – Happy thing – Supposed that He had come to dwell – And Life would all be Spring!
If your head is wax, don’t walk in the Sun.
Bring me the sunset in a cup.
