Not a planet that wheels its circle around its controlling
flame, not a sun that pours its blaze upon the black ether, not
one of all the constellated chandeliers that burn in the dome
of heaven, not a firmament that spots the robe of space with a
fringe of light, but is a visible statement of a conception,
wish, or purpose in the mind of God, from which it was born, and
to which alone it owes its continuance and form.--THOMAS
STARR KING.
(806)