There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, exception in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished. Nobody sees Santa Clause, but there is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see.
Nobody can concieve or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseachable in the world.
You may 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 strongrst man, nor event the united stregth of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernant beauty and glory beyond. From the editorial of The Sun.