All powerful souls have kindred with each other

The once red leaf, the last of its clan, that dances as often as dance it can.

A spring of love gush'd from my heart, And I bless'd them unaware.

The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.

As I live and am a man, this is an unexaggerated tale - my dreams become the substances of my life.

To doubt has more of faith ... than that blank negation of all such thoughts and feelings which is the lot of the herd of church-and-meeting trotters.

In your intercourse with sects, the sublime and abstruse doctrines of Christian belief belong to the Church; but the faith of the individual, centred in his heart, is, or may be, collateral to them. Faith is subjective.