Any supreme insight is a metaphor.
All great discoveries are made by men whose feelings run ahead of their thinking.
The old echoes are long in dying.
Purposelessness is the fruitful mother of crime.
Faith is mind at its best, its bravest, and its fiercest. Faith is thought become poetry, and absorbing into itself the soul's great, passions. Faith is intellect carried up to its transfigurement.
Laws of Nature are God's thoughts thinking themselves out in the orbs and the tides.