Those Clouds Are Angels' Robes.

These Glorious Things-words-are Man's Right Alone...without Words We Should Know No More Of Each Other's Hearts And Thoughts Than The Dog Knows Of His Fellow Dog....for, If You Will Consider, You Always Think To Yourself In Words, Though You Do Not Speak Them Aloud; And Without Them All Our Thoughts Would Be Mere Blind Longings, Feelings Which We Could Not Understand Ourselves.

Pray Over Every Truth; For Though The Renewed Heart Is Not "desperately Wicked," It Is Quite Deceitful Enough To Become So, If God Be Forgotten A Moment.

Whatever May Be The Mysteries Of Life And Death, There Is One Mystery Which The Cross Of Christ Reveals To Us, And That Is The Infinite And Absolute Goodness Of God. Let All The Rest Remain A Mystery So Long As The Mystery Of The Cross Of Christ Gives Us Faith For All The Rest.

You Must Not Say That This Cannot Be, Or That That Is Contrary To Nature. You Do Not Know What Nature Is, Or What She Can Do; And Nobody Knows; Not Even Sir Roderick Murchison, Or Professor Huxley, Or Mr. Darwin, Or Professor Faraday, Or Mr. Grove, Or Any Other Of The Great Men Whom Good Boys Are Taught To Respect. They Are Very Wise Men; And You Must Listen Respectfully To All They Say: But Even If They Should Say, Which I Am Sure They Never Would, 'that Cannot Exist. That Is Contrary To Nature,' You Must Wait A Little, And See; For Perhaps Even They May Be Wrong.

There Is A Great Deal Of Human Nature In Man.