We Do Not See And Estimate The

Strange And Mysterious Name To Give To The Spirit Of Darkness! Lucifer, The Son Of The Morning! Is It He Who Bears The Light, And With Its Splendors Intolerable Blinds Feeble, Sensual, Or Selfish Souls? Doubt It Not!

The Eyes Of The Cheerful And Of The Melancholy Man Are Fixed Upon The Same Creation; But Very Different Are The Aspects Which It Bears To Them.

Man Is Encompassed With A Dome Of Incomprehensible Wonders. In Him And About Him Is That Which Should Fill His Life With Majesty And Sacredness. Something Of Sublimity And Sanctity Has Thus Flashed Down From Heaven Into The Heart Of Every One That Lives.

Phenomena Are Constantly Folded Back Upon Themselves.

Justice To Others And To Ourselves Is The Same; That We Cannot Define Our Duties By Mathematical Lines Ruled By The Square, But Must Fill With Them The Great Circle Traced By The Compasses