Let any true man go into silence; strip himself of all pretence and
selfishness, and sensuality, and sluggishness of soul; lift off thought
after thought, passion after passion, till he reaches the inmost depth
of all; remember how short a time and he was not here at all, how short
a time again, and he will not be here; open his window and look upon
the night, how still its breath, how solemn its march, how deep its
perspective, how ancient its form of light; and think how little he
knows except the perpetuity of God and the mysteriousness of life.