Charles Henry Brent,
The Sixth Sense: Its Cultivation and Use
“ Still once more, when we turn to literature the Mystic Sense is a pole-star. History is a museum of the curios of yesterday, [62] a pile of bones, a series of occurrences, a collection of bald facts as cold and bare as a heap of pebbles, until the Mystic Sense enters the sterile valley and brings with it the breath of life. An idiot with a memory can collect past facts as easily as a wee toddler can collect shells on the sea shore and to as good purpose. ”
