“Outside, as she passed the kitchen window, she watched her breath appear before her in the lamplight and then it died away in moist clouds. This was the smoke of her internal fire and her soul. Every breath was a… — Paulette Jiles Copy Share Image
Through itself the soul arrives at all harmony that is perceptible in otherness-just as through what is internal the soul arrives at what is external. — Nicholas of Cusa Copy Share Image
