There are noble books but one wants the breath of life sometimes. And I see no divine person. I myself am more divine than any I see — I think that i… - Margaret Fuller

To one who has enjoyed the full life of any scene, of any hour, what thoughts can be recorded about it, seem like the commas and semicolons in the paragraph, mere stops.

A many-colored light flows from our sun; Art, 'neath its beams a motley thread has spun; The prison modifies the perfect day; But thou hast known such mediums to shun, And cast once more on life a pure white ray. Absorbed in the creations of thy mind, Forgetting daily self, my truest friend I find.

This is my tendency; but can I say That this my thought leads the true, only way? I only know it constant leads, and I obey.