The good life gone lives on in the mind; the bad has but a life in the body, and that not lasting,--it extends, dispreads, it worms away, it perishes.

Need we more to bid the mind perceive through obstructive flesh the God who reigns, a devil vanquished?
Be certain that it is the pure mind we set to perceive.

The God discerned in thought is another than he of the senses.

And let the prayer be as a little fountain.

Rising on a spout, from dread of the hollow below, the prayer may be prolonged in words begetting words, and have a pulse of fervour: the spirit of it has fallen after the first jet.