We Must Look For Consistency. Where There

There Is A Mystery About This Which Stimulates The Imagination; Where There Is No Imagination There Is No Horror.

If The Man Who Observes The Myriad Stars, And Considers That They And Their Innumerable Satellites Move In Their Serene Dignity Through The Heavens, Each Swinging Clear Of The Other's Orbit-if, I Say, The Man Who Sees This Cannot Realise The Creator's Attributes Without The Help Of The Book Of Job, Then His View Of Things Is Beyond My Understanding.

How Sweet The Morning Air Is! ...how Small We Feel With Our Petty Ambitions And Strivings In The Presence Of The Great Elemental Forces Of Nature!

His Sanguine Spirit Turns Every Firefly Into A Star.

The World Is Full Of Obvious Things Which Nobody By Any Chance Ever Observes.