A general flavor of mild decay. - Oliver Wendell Holmes

Men are idolaters, and want something to look at and kiss and hug, or throw themselves down before; they always did, they always will; and if you don't make it of wood, you must make it of words…

On Thee we fling our burdening woe,
O love Divine, forever dear:
Content to suffer, while we know,
Living and dying, Thou art near!

The axis of the earth sticks out visibly through the center of each and every town or city.