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I Suppose There Was Never Yet A Woman Who Had Not Somewhere Set Up On A Pedestal In Her Brain An Ideal Of Manhood. ... He Never Is Finished Till The Brain Of His Creator Ceases To Work, Till She Has Added Her Last Touch To Him, And Has Laid Down The Burden Of Life And Gone Elsewhere, Perhaps To Some Happy Land Where Ideals Are More Frequently Realised Than Ever Happens Here.

Nothing Tends So Much To The Advancement Of Knowledge As The Application Of A New Instrument.

There May Be Beings, Thinking Beings, Near Or Surrounding Us, Which We Do Not Perceive, Which We Cannot Imagine. We Know Very Little; But, In My Opinion, We Know Enough To Hope For The Immortality, The Individual Immortality, Of The Better Part Of Man.

The Whole Language Of Nature Informs Us, That In Animated Beings There Is Something Above Our Powers Of Investigation; Something Which Employs, Combines, And Arranges The Gross Elements Of Matter - A Spark Of Celestial Fire, By Which Life Is Kindled And Preserved, And Which, If Even The Instruments It Employs Are Indestructible In Their Essence, Must Itself, Of Necessity, Be Immortal.

The Three States Of The Caterpillar, Larva, And Butterfly Have, Since The Time Of The Greek Poets, Been Applied To Typify The Human Being,--its Terrestrial Form, Apparent Death, And Ultimate Celestial Destination.