The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.

My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth.

Apt words have power to suage the tumors of a troubled mind.

And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained?

Dark with excessive bright.

Son of Heav'n and Earth, Attend: that thou art happy, owe to God; That thou continuest such, owe to thyself, That is, to thy obedience; therein stand.

It were a journey like the path to heaven, To help you find them.