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.
And none will hear the postman's knock Without a quickening of the heart. For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?wystan hugh auden
Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.james russell lowell