To know, to get into the truth of anything, is ever a mystic art, of which the best logic's can but babble on the surface.

Pin thy faith to no man's sleeve. Hast thou not two eyes of thy own?

Everywhere the human soul stands between a hemisphere of light and another of darkness on the confines of two everlasting empires, - Necessity and Free Will.

The crash of the whole solar and stellar systems could only kill you once.

Are we not Spirits, that are shaped into a body, into an Appearance; and that fade away again into air and Invisibility? Oh, Heaven, it is mysterious, it is awful to consider that we not only carry a future Ghost within us; but are, in very deed, Ghosts! These Limbs, whence had we them; this stormy Force; this life-blood with its burning Passion? They are dust and shadow; a Shadow-system gathered round our Me; wherein, through some moments or years, the Divine Essence is to be revealed in the Flesh.

All that mankind has done, thought or been: it is lying as in magic preservation in the pages of books.

They only are wise who know that they know nothing.