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In A Symbol There Is Concealment And Yet Revelation: Here Therefore, By Silence And By Speech Acting Together, Comes A Double Significance. In The Symbol Proper, What We Can Call A Symbol, There Is Ever, More Or Less Distinctly And Directly, Some Embodiment And Revelation Of The Infinite; The Infinite Is Made To Blend Itself With The Finite, To Stand Visible, And As It Were, Attainable There. By Symbols, Accordingly, Is Man Guided And Commanded, Made Happy, Made Wretched.

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In A Symbol There

Thomas Carlyle

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In A Symbol There Is Concealment And Yet Revelation: Here Therefore, By Silence And By Speech Acting Together, Comes A Double Significance. In The Symbol Proper, What We Can Call A Symbol, There Is Ever, More Or Less Distinctly And Directly, Some Embodiment And Revelation Of The Infinite; The Infinite Is Made To Blend Itself With The Finite, To Stand Visible, And As It Were, Attainable There. By Symbols, Accordingly, Is Man Guided And Commanded, Made Happy, Made Wretched.

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