What Delights, What Pleasures Does Your Life

Denotation By Means Of Sounds And Markings Is A Remarkable Abstraction. Three Letters Designate God For Me; Several Lines A Million Things. How Easy Becomes The Manipulation Of The Universe Here, How Evident The Concentration Of The Intellectual World! Language Is The Dynamics Of The Spiritual Realm. One Word Of Command Moves Armies; The Word Liberty Entire Nations.

Nature Is An Aeolian Harp, A Musical Instrument Whose Tones Are The Re-echo Of Higher Strings Within Us.

In Cheerful Souls There Is No Wit. Wit Shows A Disturbance Of The Equipoise.

Humanity Is The Higher Meaning Of Our Planet, The Nerve That Connects This Part Of It With The Upper World, The Eye It Raises To Heaven.

The Art Of Writing Books Is Not Yet Invented. But It Is At The Point Of Being Invented. Fragments Of This Nature Are Literary Seeds. There May Be Many An Infertile Grain Among Them: Nevertheless, If Only Some Come Up!