The Great Poet of Life

Every impulse of beauty, of heroism, and every craving for purer love, fairer perfection, nobler type and style of being that that which closes like a prison-house around us, in the dim, daily walk of life, is God's breath, God's impulse, God's reminder to the soul that there is something higher, sweeter, purer, yet to be attained.

—Harriet Beecher Stowe, The Minister's Wooing, p 72.