Now the same mystery which often veils from our eyes the reason for a catastrophe envelops just as frequently, when love is in question, the suddenness of certain happy solutions, such as had been brought to me by Gilberte's letter.… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Lizards of every temper, style, and color dwell here, seemingly as happy and companionable as the birds and squirrels. — John Muir Copy Share Image
