The Old Echoes Are Long In Dying.

Any Supreme Insight Is A Metaphor.

Faith Is A Kind Of Winged Intellect. The Great Workmen Of History Have Been Men Who Believed Like Giants.

Faith Is The Heroism Of The Intellect.

The Heart Has Eyes Which The Brain Knows Nothing Of.

Science Is Busy With The Hither-end Of Things, Not The Thither-end.