Throb Thine With Nature's Throbbing Breast.

Astronomy Is A Cold, Desert Science, With All Its Pompous Figures,-depends A Little Too Much On The Glass-grinder, Too Little On The Mind. 't Is Of No Use To Show Us More Planets And Systems. We Know Already What Matter Is, And More Or Less Of It Does Not Signify.

What Is Addressed To Us For Contemplation Does Not Threaten Us, But Makes Us Intellectual Beings.

We Boast Our Emancipation From Many Superstitions; But If We Have Broken Any Idols, It Is Through A Transfer Of Idolatry.

For Beauty Is God's Handwriting...a Nd, Thank God For It As A Cup Of His Blessing.

Our Health Is Our Sound Relation To External Objects; Our Sympathy With External Being.