The angels are so enamored of the language that is spoken in heaven that they will not distort their lips with the hissing and unmusical dialects of men, but speak their own, whether their be any who understand it or not.

Mysticism is the mistake of an accidental and individual symbol for an universal one.

The soul lets no man go without some visitations and holy-days of a diviner presence.

Natural religion supplies still all the facts which are disguised under the dogma of popular creeds. The progress of religion is steadily to its identity with morals.

Ever the words of the gods resound; But the porches of man's ear seldom in this low life's round are unsealed, that he may hear.

Away with this hurrah of masses, and let us have the considerate vote of single men.

Wait, and thy soul shall speak.