Except A Living Man, There Is Nothing

Did Not Learned Men, Too, Hold, Till Within The Last Twenty-five Years, That A Flying Dragon Was An Impossible Monster? And Do We Not Now Know That There Are Hundreds Of Them Found Fossil Up And Down The World? People Call Them Pterodactyles: But That Is Only Because They Are Ashamed To Call Them Flying Dragons, After Denying So Long That Flying Dragons Could Exist.

Music Has Been Called The Speech Of The Angels; I Will Go Farther And Call It The Speech Of God Himself.

You Are Literally Filled With The Fruit Of Your Own Devices, With Rats And Mice And Such Small Deer, Paramecia, And Entomostraceæ, And Kicking Things With Horrid Names, Which You See In Microscopes At The Polytechnic, And Rush Home And Call For Brandy-without The Water-stone, And Gravel, And Dyspepsia, And Fragments Of Your Own Muscular Tissue Tinged With Your Own Bile.

Grandeur . . . Consists In Form, And Not In Size: And To The Eye Of The Philosopher, The Curve Drawn On A Paper Two Inches Long, Is Just As Magnificent, Just As Symbolic Of Divine Mysteries And Melodies, As When Embodied In The Span Of Some Cathedral Roof.

Those Clouds Are Angels' Robes.