The photographic enthusiast likes to lure us into a darkened room in order to display his slides on a silver screen. Aided by the ...adaptability of the eye and by the borrowed light from the intense projector bulb, he can achieve those relationships in brightness that will make us dutifully admire the wonderful autumn tints he photographed on his latest trip. As soon as we look at a print of these photographs by day, the light seems to go out of them. It is one of the miracles of art that the same does not happen there. The paintings in our galleries are seen one day in bright sunshine and another day in the dim light of a rainy afternoon, yet they remain the same paintings, ever faithful, ever convincing. To a marvelous extent they carry their own light within. For their truth is not that of a perfect replica, it is the truth of art.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
To recover a buried treasure without having it disappear miraculously in the process, one must be entitled to it, and also be will...ing--really willing deep in his heart--to share it with the poor and helpless. Buried money, especially silver, gives off a bright glow which comes right up through the earth and can be seen as a dim light on nights when the weather is misty or there is a gentle rain.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My Love in me and I in him, Conjoined by love, will till abide... Among the faithful lilies Till day do break, and truth do dim All shadows dark and cause them slide, According as his will is.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hardly had the glow been kindled by some good deed on your part or by some little triumph over your rivals or by a word of praise ...from your parents or mentors when it would begin to cool and fade leaving you in a very short time as chill and dim as before.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The worthy poor. The very very worthy And beautiful poor. Perhaps just not too swarthy?... Perhaps just not too dirty nor too dim Nor--passionate.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And though thou notest from thy safe recess Old friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air... Love them for what they are; nor love them less, Because to thee they are not what they were.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more--the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, t...he earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort--to death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life in the handful of dust, the glow in the heart that with every year grows dim, grows cold, grows small, and expires--and expires, too soon, too soon--before life itself.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »