"Yet how beautiful! It seems to bring my feet to the verge of a new world, and my hand trembles with an impulse to stretch itself forth and lift the vail." "Do not repress the impulse," said Mrs.Willet, laying a hand gently upon one of Mrs.Markland's.
"Ah! But I grope in the dark." "We see but dimly here, for we live in the outward world, and only faint yet truthful images of the inner world are revealed to us.

No effort of the mind is so difficult as that of lifting itself above the natural and the visible into the spiritual and invisible--invisible, I mean, to the bodily eyes.

So bound down by mere sensual things are all our ideas, that it is impossible, when the effort is first made, to see any thing clear in spiritual light.
Yet soon, if the effort be made, will the straining vision have faint glimpses of a world whose rare beauties have never been seen by natural eyes.

There is the natural, and there is the spiritual; but they are so distinct from each other, that the one by sublimation, increase, or decrease, never becomes the other.

Yet are they most intimately connected; so intimately that, without the latter, the former could have no existence.