The Soul Is The Voice Of The

Well-bred Instinct Meets Reason Halfway

To Most People, I Fancy, The Stars Are Beautiful; But If You Asked Why, They Would Be At A Loss To Reply, Until They Remembered What They Had Heard About Astronomy, And The Great Size And Distance And Possible Habitation Of Those Orbs. ... [we] Persuade Ourselves That The Power Of The Starry Heavens Lies In The Suggestion Of Astronomical Facts.

Nothing Can So Pierce The Soul As The Uttermost Sigh Of The Body.

All Language Is Rhetorical, And Even The Senses Are Poets.

Bid, Then, The Tender Light Of Faith To Shine By Which Alone The Mortal Heart Is Led Unto The Thinking Of The Thought Divine.