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We Also Maintain - Again With Perfect Truth - That Mystery Is More Than Half Of Beauty, The Element Of Strangeness That Stirs The Senses Through The Imagination.

If Romeo And Juliet Make A Tragedy Of It Nowadays, They Have Only To Blame Their Own Mismanagement, For The World Is With Them As It Has Never Been Before, And All Sensible Fathers And Mothers Know It.

Perhaps We Too Seldom Reflect How Much The Life Of Nature Is One With The Life Of Man, How Unimportant Or Indeed Merely Seeming, The Difference Between Them.

All Myths That Are Something More Than Fancies Gain Rather Than Lose In Value With Time, By Reason Of The Accretions Of Human Experience.

Celestial Spirit That Doth Roll; The Heart's Sepulchral Stone Away, Be This Our Resurrection Day, The Singing Easter Of The Soul - O Gentle Master Of The Wise, Teach Us To Say: "i Will Arise."