failing like never before

31May/070

A Conneticut Yankee

"oh, my child, my darling, it will die! It has no home, it has no father, no friend, no mother-"

"It has them all!" said that good priest. "All these will I be to it till I die."

You should have seen her face then! Gratitude? Lord, what do you want with words to express that? Words are only painted fire, a look is the fire itself. She gave that look, and carried it away to the treasury of heaven, where all things that are divine belong.

From A Conneticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain

I would call that the quote of the day, but no way am I going to pull out a meaningful quote every bloody day.