To me the Universe was all void of Life, of Purpose, of Volition, even of Hostility; it was one huge, dead, immeasurable Steam-engine, rolling on, in its dead indifference, to grind me limb from limb. Oh vast gloomy, solitary Golgotha, and Mill of Death! Why was the living banished thither companionless, conscious? Why, if there is no Devil; nay, unless the Devil is your God?

He who could foresee affairs three days in advance would be rich for thousands of years.

That monstrous tuberosity of civilised life, the capital of England.

No iron chain, or outward force of any kind, can ever compel the soul of a person to believe or to disbelieve.

Just in ratio as knowledge increases, faith diminishes.

The universe is but one vast Symbol of God.

What are your Axioms, and Categories, and Systems, and Aphorisms? Words, words.... Be not the slave of Words.