O Son of Man! A dewdrop out of the fathomless ocean of My
mercy I have shed upon the peoples of the world, yet found none turn thereunto,
inasmuch as every one hath turned away from the celestial wine of unity unto
the foul dregs of impurity, and, content with mortal cup, hath put away the
chalice of immortal beauty. Vile is that wherewith he is contented. - Baha’u’llah ('The Hidden Words’)
