May there not be superior beings amused with any graceful, though instinctive attitude my mind may fall into, as I am entertained with the alertness of a stoat or the anxiety of a deer? Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine...
By a superior being, our reasoning may take the same tone. Though erroneous, they may be fine. This is the very thing in which consists poetry.