The delight of creation is verily in secrets, but in secrets as truths on the way.
All secrets are embryo revelations.

On the far horizon heaven and earth met as old friends, who, though never parted, were ever renewing their friendship.

The world, like the angels, was rejoicing--if not over a sinner that had repented, yet over a man that had passed from a lower to a higher condition of life--out of its earth into its air: he was going to live above, and look down on the inferior world! Ere the shades of evening fell that day around Donal Grant, he was in the new childhood of a new world.
I do not mean such thoughts had never been present to him before; but to think a thing is only to look at it in a glass; to know it as God would have us know it, and as we must know it to live, is to see it as we see love in a friend's eyes--to have it as the love the friend sees in ours.

To make things real to us, is the end and the battle-cause of life.

We often think we believe what we are only presenting to our imaginations.