The Universal Does Not Attract Us Until

The Babe In Arms Is A Channel Through Which The Energies We Call Fate, Love, And Reason Visibly Stream.

The Soul Answers Never By Words, But By The Thing Itself That Is Inquired After.

The Finest People Marry The Two Sexes In Their Own Person.

With Each Divine Impulse The Mind Rends The Thin Rinds Of The Visible And Finite, And Comes Out Into Eternity, And Inspires And Expires Its Air. It Converses With Truths That Have Always Been Spoken In The World, And Becomes Conscious Of A Closer Sympathy With Zeno And Arrian, Than With Persons In The House.

Literature Is Eavesdropping.