Here, _here_, fellow-men, we can better minister as angels, than in heaven, where want and misery come not.
"'We Mardians talk as though the future was all in all; but act as though the present was every thing.

Yet so far as, in our theories, we dwarf our Mardi; we go not beyond an archangel's apprehension of it, who takes in all suns and systems at a glance.

Like pebbles, were the isles to sink in space, Sirius, the Dog-star, would still flame in the sky.

But as the atom to the animalculae, so Mardi to us.

And lived aright, these mortal lives are long; looked into, these souls, fathomless as the nethermost depths.
"'Fellow-men; we split upon hairs; but stripped, mere words and phrases cast aside, the great bulk of us are orthodox.