Thought broods over dead science in the external memory, and knowledge is born." "How clear! How beautiful!" ejaculated Mrs.Markland.
"But knowledge is little more than a collection of materials, well arranged; intelligence builds the house." "And wisdom is the inhabitant," said Mrs.Markland, whose quick perceptions were running in advance.
"Yes--all that preceded was for the sake of the inhabitant.

Science is first; then knowledge, then intelligence--but all is for the sake of wisdom." "Wisdom--wisdom." Mrs.Markland mused again.
"What is wisdom ?" "Angelic life," said Mrs.Willet.

"One who has thought and written much on heavenly themes, says, 'Intelligence and wisdom make an angel.'" Mrs.Markland sighed, but did not answer.

Some flitting thought seemed momentarily to have shadowed her spirit.
"To be truly wise is to be truly good," said Mrs.Willet.

"We think of angels as the wisest and best of beings, do we not ?" "Oh, yes." "The highest life, then, toward which we can aspire, is angelic life.