Science finds it methods.

A breath of will blows eternally through the universe of souls in the direction of Right and Necessity. It is the air which all intellects inhale and exhale, and it is the wind which blows the worlds into order and orbit.

There the great Planter plants Of fruitful worlds the grain, And with a million spells enchants The souls that walk in pain.

In conversation the game is, to say something new with old words. And you shall observe a man of the people picking his way along, step by step, using every time an old boulder, yet never setting his foot on an old place.

I wish to say what I think and feel today, with the proviso that tomorrow perhaps I shall contradict it all.

Generalization is always a new influx of divinity into the mind. Hence the thrill that attends it.

Man is a stream whose source is hidden. Our being is descending into us from we know not whence. The most exact calculator has noprescience that somewhat incalculable may not balk the very next moment. I am constrained every moment to acknowledge a higher origin for events than the will I call mine.