I remember hearing the first time in my life a sentence which made such a living impression upon me that I could not forget it for weeks together. Every time I pondered upon that sentence it brought a new light. And when I heard that sentence, it seemed as if it was spoken by my own soul, that my soul knew it, that it was never new but most dear and near to me. It was a verse, a couplet; it rings, it is an address of a bubble to the sea: