The more mysterious, the more imperfect: that which is mystically spoken is but half spoken.
Benjamin WhichcoteThe human soul is to God, is as the flower to the sun; it opens at its approach, and shuts when it withdraws.
Benjamin WhichcoteThe more mysterious, the more imperfect: that which is mystically spoken is but half spoken.
Benjamin WhichcoteThe human soul is to God, is as the flower to the sun; it opens at its approach, and shuts when it withdraws.
Benjamin Whichcote