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.
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!
The eye which turns from a white object in the light of the sun and goes into a less fully lighted place will see everything as dark.
If your head is wax, don’t walk in the Sun.
Bring me the sunset in a cup.
At rest, however, in the middle of everything is the sun.
