The World Cannot Live At The Level

Even The Recognition Of An Individual Whom We See Every Day Is Only Possible As The Result Of An Abstract Idea Of Him Formed By Generalization From His Appearances In The Past.

Small Minds Cannot Grasp Great Ideas; To Their Narrow Comprehension, Their Purblind Vision, Nothing Seems Really Great And Important But Themselves.

The Man Of Science, Like The Man Of Letters, Is Too Apt To View Mankind Only In The Abstract, Selecting In His Consideration Only A Single Side Of Our Complex And Many-sided Being.

The Custom Of Burning A Beneficent God Is Too Foreign To Later Modes Of Thought To Escape Misinterpretation.

Dwellers By The Sea Cannot Fail To Be Impressed By The Sight Of Its Ceaseless Ebb And Flow, And Are Apt, On The Principles Of That Rude Philosophy Of Sympathy And Resemblance... To Trace A Subtle Relation, A Secret Harmony, Between Its Tides And The Life Of Man... The Belief That Most Deaths Happen At Ebb Tide Is Said To Be Held Along The East Coast Of England From Northumberland To Kent.