How soon, as on the decay of the Roman empire, may all the piles of learning which human endeavours would rear as a tower of Babel to scale the heavens, disappear, leaving but fragments to future generations, as proofs of pre-existent knowledge! Whether we refer to nature or to art, to knowledge or to power, to accumulation or destruction, bounds have been prescribed which man can never pass, guarded as they are by the same unerring and unseen Power, which threw the planets from his hand, to roll in their appointed orbits.

All appears confused below, but all is clear in heaven.
I have somewhere heard it said, that wherever heaven may be, those who reach it will behold the mechanism of the universe in its perfection.

Those stars, now studding the firmament in such apparent confusion, will there appear in all their regularity, as worlds revolving in their several orbits, round suns which gladden them with light and heat, all in harmony, all in beauty, rejoicing as they roll their destined course in obedience to the Almighty fiat; one vast, stupendous, and, to the limits of our present senses, incomprehensible mechanism, perfect in all its parts, most wonderful in the whole.

Nor do I doubt it: it is but reasonable to suppose it.

He that hath made this world and all upon it can have no limits to His power.
I wonder whether I shall ever see it.
I said just now, let us think.