The thoughts of worldly men are for ever regulated by a moral law of gravitation, which, like the physical one, holds them down to earth.

The bright glory of day, and the silent wonders of a starlit night, appeal to their minds in vain.

There are no signs in the sun, or in the moon, or in the stars, for their reading.

They are like some wise men, who, learning to know each planet by its Latin name, have quite forgotten such small heavenly constellations as Charity, Forbearance, Universal Love, and Mercy, although they shine by night and day so brightly that the blind may see them; and who, looking upward at the spangled sky, see nothing there but the reflection of their own great wisdom and book-learning.
It is curious to imagine these people of the world, busy in thought, turning their eyes towards the countless spheres that shine above us, and making them reflect the only images their minds contain.

The man who lives but in the breath of princes, has nothing his sight but stars for courtiers' breasts.