Our caresses, our tender words, our still rapture under the influence
of autumn sunsets, or pillared vistas, or calm majestic statues, or
Beethoven symphonies, all bring with them the consciousness that they
are mere waves and ripples in an unfathomable ocean of love and
beauty; our emotion in its keenest moment passes from expression to
silence, our love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object, and
loses itself in the sense of divine mystery.