Thus you perceive that the spirit sees and hears without the aid of bodily organs; and why may it not be so hereafter?
Grant but memory to us, and we can lose nothing by death.
The scenes now passing before us will live in eternal reproduction, created anew at will.

We assuredly shall not love heaven the less that it is separated by no impassable gulf from this fair and goodly earth, and that the pleasant pictures of time linger like sunset clouds along the horizon of eternity.

When I was younger, I used to be greatly troubled by the insecure tenure by which my senses held the beauty and harmony of the outward world.

When I looked at the moonlight on the water, or the cloud-shadows on the hills, or the sunset sky, with the tall, black tree-boles and waving foliage relieved against it, or when I heard a mellow gush of music from the brown-breasted fife-bird in the summer woods, or the merry quaver of the bobolink in the corn land, the thought of an eternal loss of these familiar sights and sounds would sometimes thrill through me with a sharp and bitter pain.

I have reason to thank God that this fear no longer troubles me.