All these gifts are steps of progress in the Path of Light.

Yes, he who possesses a single one of them touches at that point the Infinite.

Earth has divided the Word--of which I here reveal some syllables--into particles, she has reduced it to dust and has scattered it through her works, her dogmas, her poems.
If some impalpable grain shines like a diamond in a human work, men cry: 'How grand! how true! how glorious!' That fragment vibrates in their souls and wakes a presentiment of heaven: to some, a melody that weans from earth; to others, the solitude that draws to God.

To all, whatsoever sends us back upon ourselves, whatsoever strikes us down and crushes us, lifts or abases us,--_that_ is but a syllable of the Divine Word.
"When a human soul draws its first furrow straight, the rest will follow surely.

One thought borne inward, one prayer uplifted, one suffering endured, one echo of the Word within us, and our souls are forever changed.