I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars. — Og Mandino
"There was a strange light, as if there was a film of silver over everything, like frost only smoother, like water running thinly down over flat stones; and then my eyes were opened and I knew it was because God had come into the house and this was the silver that covered heaven."
— Margaret Atwood, Canadian poet, novelist, born November 18, 1939