Only a humorless tyrant could want a perpetual chanting of praises that, one has no choice but to assume, would be the innate virtues and splendors furnished him by his creator, infinite regression, drowned in praise!
The most real of all splendors are not in outward things, they are within us.
But Winter has yet brighter scenes-he boasts Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows; Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods All flushed with many hues.
The heavens call to you, and circle about you, displaying to you their eternal splendors, and your eye gazes only to earth.
Such are the Splendors and Miseries of memory: it is proud of its ability to keep truthful track of the logical sequence of past events; but when it comes to how we experienced them at the time, memory feels no obligation to truth.
We had seen God in His splendors, heard the text that Nature renders. We had reached the naked soul of man.
The splendors of earth do not simply lie in their roles as human resources, supports of culture, or stimulators of experience.
