Man, Man, Is Thy Brother, And Thy

Music Is The Literature Of The Heart; It Commences Where Speech Ends.

To Love For The Sake Of Being Loved Is Human, But To Love For The Sake Of Loving Is Angelic.

After His Blood, That Which A Man Can Next Give Out Of Himself Is A Tear.

And When Night, Guiding Her Bright Train Of Stars, Throws O'er The Sleeping World Her Gloomy Veil, Lonely Amidst The Desert And The Darkness, Musing Upon The Night's Calm Majesty; Wrapt Up In Quietness, With Shade And Silence, My Soul More Closely Worshippeth Thy Presence; With An Internal Day I Feel Enlighten'd, And Hear A Voice, Which Biddeth Me To Hope.

Religions Are Not Proved, Are Not Demonstrated, Are Not Established, Are Not Overthrown By Logic! They Are Of All The Mysteries Of Nature And The Human Mind, The Most Mysterious And Most Inexplicable; They Are Of Instinct And Not Of Reason.