Just in the ratio knowledge increases, faith decreases.
If a man was great while living, he becomes tenfold greater when dead.
An everlasting lodestar, that beams the brighter in the heavens the darker here on earth grows the night.
In books lies the soul of the whole Past Time; the articulate audible voice of the Past, when the body and material substance of it has altogether vanished like a dream.
Music is well said to be the speech of angels.
Without oblivion, there is no remembrance possible. When both oblivion and memory are wise, when the general soul of man is clear, melodious, true, there may come a modern Iliad as memorial of the Past.