O Heaven, It Is Mysterious, It Is

To The Mean Eye All Things Are Trivial, As Certainly As To The Jaundiced They Are Yellow.

A Mind That Has Seen, And Suffered, And Done, Speaks To Us Of What It Has Tried And Conquered.

The Purpose Of Man Is In Action Not Thought.

This London City, With All Of Its Houses, Palaces, Steam-engines, Cathedrals, And Huge Immeasurable Traffic An Tumult, What Is It But A Thought, But Millions Of Thoughts Made Into One-a Huge Immeasurable Spirit Of A Thought, Embodied In Brick, In Iron, Smoke, Dust, Palaces, Parliaments, Hackney Coaches, Katherine Docks, And The Rest Of It! Not A Brick Was Made But Some Man Had To Think Of The Making Of That Brick.

Neither In Tailoring Nor In Legislating Does Man Proceed By Mere Accident.