Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.
On the tawny sands and shelves trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.
To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.
Thus Belial, with words clothed in reason's garb, counseled ignoble ease, and peaceful sloth, not peace.
The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.
Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony.