And all must love the human form, In heathen, turk or jew; Where Mercy, Love and Pity dwell There God is dwelling too. - William Blake

For Mercy has a human heart
Pity, a human face:
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.

I assert, for myself, that I do not behold the outward creation, and that to me it is hindrance and not action. "What !" it will be questioned, "when the sun rises, do you not see a round disc of fire somewhat like a guinea !" Oh ! no, no ! I see an innumerable company of the heavenly host crying "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty !" I question not my corporeal eye any more than I would question a window concerning a sight. I look through it, and not with it.

Great things are done when men and mountains meet.