For him, indeed, human life is, in the first instance, only an additional, and as it were incidental grace, upon this expressive landscape.
A counted number of pulses only is given to us of a variegated, dramatic life. How may we see in them all that is to to be seen in them by the finest senses?
To burn always with this hard, gem-like flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life.