Current Favourite Sentences

After the lengthy course of our days the sight of weakened eyes grows dull. The faded sense no longer presents what nature and art show in all their intricacy. To be deprived of the reading of books is a deep sorrow to the heart, more tedious than eternal darkness, weightier than chains! Then day is hostile, annoyance pleasure! Glass alone is a consolation to us in this misfortune. By the skill of trained hands it can restore our sight with spectacles! Do we not have a divine gift in Glass that we are slow to give deserving praise unto it?