To Know A Truth Well, One Must

The Mysterious Path Goes Inward. It Is In Us, And Not Anywhere Else, Where The Eternity Of The Worlds, The Past And The Future Are Found.

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.

Fate And Temperament Are The Names Of A Concept.

It Is Not Merely The Multiplicity Of Tints, The Gladness Of Tone, Or The Balminess Of The Air Which Delight In The Spring; It Is The Still Consecrated Spirit Of Hope, The Prophecy Of Happy Days Yet To Come; The Endless Variety Of Nature, With Presentiments Of Eternal Flowers Which Never Shall Fade, And Sympathy With The Blessedness Of The Ever-developing World.

Man Is A Sun And His Senses Are The Planets.