...for ever and ever the influx of this better and universal self is new and unsearchable.' Again : ' I, the imperfect, adore my own Perfect. I am somehow receptive of the great soul, and thereby I do overlook the sun and the stars, and feel them to be but the fair accidents and effects...

...waters ebb and flow with perfect balance lies the aboriginal abyss of real being . . . The soul saith : 'I am born into the great, the universal mind, I, the imperfect, adore my own Perfect." " Hawthorne's tales are only a presentation of subtle and unexpected spiritual forces working in our...

...grass grows, and the stone falls by a law inferior to, and dependent on its nature. Behold, it saith, I am born into the great, the universal mind. I the imperfect, adore my own Pei-fect. I am somehow receptive of the great soul, and thereby I do overlook the sun and the stars,...

...nature, and it explains the moral and spiritual laws that govern the destiny of each individual soul. I, THE imperfect, adore my own Perfect. I am somehow receptive of the great Soul, and thereby I do overlook the sun and stars and feel them to be the fair accidents and effects that...

...grass grows and the stone falls by a law inferior to, and dependent on, its nature. Behold, it saith, I am born into the great, the universal mind. I, the...Perfect . I am somehow receptive of the great soul, and thereby I do overlook the sun and the stars, and feel them to be the fair accidents and effects...

...grass grows and the stone falls by a law inferior to, and dependent on, its nature. Behold, it saith, I am born into the great, the universal mind. I, the...Perfect. I am somehow receptive of the great soul, and thereby I do overlook the sun and the stars, and feel them to be the fair accidents and effects...

...a light shines through us upon things and makes us aware that we are nothing, but the light is all. I, the Imperfect, adore my own Perfect. I am somehow receptive of the great soul, and thereby I do overlook the sun and the stars and feel them to be but the fair accidents and effects...

...grass grows and the stone falls by a law inferior to, and dependent on, its nature. Behold, it saith, I am born into the great, the universal mind. I, the...Perfect. I am somehow receptive of the great soul, and thereby I do overlook the sun and the stars and feel them to be the fair accidents and effects...

...grass grows and the stone falls by a law inferior to, and dependent on, its nature. Behold, it saith, I am born into the great, the universal mind. I, the imperfect, adore my own Perfect, am somehow receptive of the great soul, and thereby I do overlook the sun and the stars and feel them...

...waters ebb and flow with perfect balance lies the aboriginal abyss of real being . . . The soul saith : 'I am born into the great, the universal mind, I, the imperfect, adore my own Perfect.' " Hawthorne's tales are only a presentation of subtle and unexpected spiritual forces working in our...