They exist as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished. You might as well not believe in fairies.
Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Ah, Virginia, and Ah, Fiddler, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. Thank God they live and live forever.