Conquest Is The Missionary Of

Persecution In Intellectual Countries Produces A Superficial Conformity, But Also Underneath An Intense, Incessant, Implacable Doubt.

To A Great Experience One Thing Is Essential, An Experiencing Nature.

There Seems To Be An Unalterable Contradiction Between The Human Mind And Its Employments. How Can A Soul Be A Merchant? What Relation To An Immortal Being Have The Price Of Linseed, The Brokerage On Hemp? Can An Undying Creature Debit Petty Expenses And Charge For Carriage Paid? The Soul Ties Its Shoes; The Mind Washes Its Hands In A Basin. All Is Incongruous.

No Great Work Has Ever Been Produced Except After A Long Interval Of Still And Musing Meditation.

We Think Of Euclid As Of Fine Ice; We Admire Newton As We Admire The Peak Of Teneriffe. Even The Intensest Labors, The Most Remote Triumphs Of The Abstract Intellect, Seem To Carry Us Into A Region Different From Our Own-to Be In A Terra Incognita Of Pure Reasoning, To Cast A Chill On Human Glory.