Beauty being the best of all we know sums up the unsearchable and secret aims of nature.

My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night.

Science comforting man's animal poverty and leisuring his toil, hath humanized manners and social temper, and now above her globe-spredd net of speeded intercourse hath outrun all magic, and disclosing the secrecy of the reticent air hath woven a web of invisible strands spiriting the dumb inane with the quick matter of life.

I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.

O soul, be patient: thou shalt find A little matter mend all this; Some strain of music to thy mind, Some praise for skill not spent amiss.

Beauty being the best of all we know sums up the unsearchable and secret aims of nature.

Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru' all creation.