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You Must Hear The Birds Song Without Attempting To Render It Into Nouns And Verbs.

Every Wall Is A Door.

A Moment Is A Concentrated Eternity.

I Am Not Engaged To Christianity By Decent Forms, Or Saving Ordinances; It Is Not Usage, It Is Not What I Do Not Understand, That Binds Me To It -- Let These Be The Sandy Foundations Of Falsehoods. What I Revere And Obey In It Is Its Reality, Its Boundless Charity, Its Deep Interior Life, The Rest It Gives To My Mind, The Echo It Returns To My Thoughts, The Perfect Accord It Makes With My Reason Through All Its Representation Of God And His Providence; And The Persuasion And Courage That Come Out Thence To Lead Me Upward And Onward.

One Single Idea May Have Greater Weight Than All The Men, Animals, And Machines For A Century.