To the mind of the present writer the whole of such a question should be tested by one perfectly clear intellectual distinction and comparison.

I am not prepared to admit that there is or can be, properly speaking, in the world anything that is too sacred to be known.

That spiritual beauty and spiritual truth are in their nature communicable, and that they should be communicated, is a principle which lies at the root of every conceivable religion.

Christ was crucified upon a hill, and not in a cavern, and the word Gospel itself involves the same idea as the ordinary name of a daily paper.

Whenever, therefore, a poet or any similar type of man can, or conceives that he can, make all men partakers in some splendid secret of his own heart, I can imagine nothing saner and nothing manlier than his course in doing so.