Superstition moulds nature into an arbitrary semblance of the supernatural, and then bows down to the work of its own hands.
John Sterling
Superstition moulds nature ...
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Like earth, awake, and warm, and bright
With joy the spirit moves and burns;
So up to thee! O Fount of Light!
Our light returns.
John Sterling
Emotion turning back on itself, and not leading on to thought or action, is the element of madness.
John Sterling
Every fancy that we would substitute for a reality is, if we saw aright, and saw the whole, not only false, but every way less beautiful and excellent than that which we sacrifice to it.
John Sterling
