The method of nature: who could ever analyze it?

The Artist always has the masters in his eyes.

Logic is the procession or proportionate unfolding of the intuition; but its virtue is as silent method; the moment it would appear as propositions, and have a separate value, it is worthless.

I can believe a miracle because I can raise my own arm. I can believe a miracle because I can remember. I can believe it because I can speak and be understood by you.

The resources of the scholar are proportioned to his confidence in the attributes of the intellect.

Knowledge is the antidote to fear. [especially as fear often stands for false evidence appearing real!]

Do not require a description of the countries towards which you sail. The description does not describe them to you, and to- morrow you arrive there, and know them by inhabiting them.