To us also, through every star, through every blade of grass, is not God made visible if we will open our minds and our eyes. – Thomas Carlyle
In the true Literary Man there is thus ever, acknowledged or not by the world, a sacredness: he is the light of the world; the worlds Priest; — guiding it, like a sacred Pillar of Fire, in its dark pilgrimage through the waste of Time. – Thomas Carlyle
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