And none will hear the postman's knock Without a quickening of the heart. For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?
Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.james russell lowell
Lord of all being, thronèd afar, Thy glory flames from sun and star; Center and soul of every sphere, Yet to each loving heart how near! Sun of our life, Thy quickening ray, Sheds on our path the glow of day; Star of our hope, Thy softened light Cheers the long watches of the night.