The reason for you complaint lies, it seems to me, in the constraint which your intellect imposes upon your imagination. Here I will make an observation, and illustrate it by an allegory. Apparently, it is not good-and indeed it hinders the creative work of the mind-if the if the intellect examines too closely the ideas pouring in, as it were, at the gates.

Obedience is the Christian's crown.

The mountain cannot frighten one who was born on it.

Only through Beauty's morning-gate, dost thou penetrate the land of knowledge.

It is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons.

To one, science is an exalted goddess; to another it is a cow which provides him with butter.

Culture, far from giving us freedom, only develops, as it advances, new necessities; the fetters of the physical close more tightly around us, so that the fear of loss quenches even the ardent impulse toward improvement, and the maxims of passive obedience are held to be the highest wisdom of life.