We should take care not to make the intellect our god; it has, of
course, powerful muscles, but no read more

We should take care not to make the intellect our god; it has, of
course, powerful muscles, but no personality.

Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious
the world of God within us. There read more

Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious
the world of God within us. There lies the Land of Song; there
lies the poet's native land.

For the eye of the intellect "sees in all objects what it brought
with it the means of seeing."
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For the eye of the intellect "sees in all objects what it brought
with it the means of seeing."
- Thomas Carlyle,

They say that the more a person learns, the more they find there is to learn. Therefore the smarter you read more

They say that the more a person learns, the more they find there is to learn. Therefore the smarter you think you are, the dumber you really are.

I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has
endowed us with sense, reason, and read more

I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has
endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to
forgo their use.

Nothing is more difficult, and therefore more precious, than to be able to decide

Nothing is more difficult, and therefore more precious, than to be able to decide

The growth of the intellect is spontaneous in every expansion.
The mind that grows could not predict the times, read more

The growth of the intellect is spontaneous in every expansion.
The mind that grows could not predict the times, the means, the
mode of that spontaneity. God enters by a private door into
every individual.

A man is not a wall, whose stones are crushed upon the road; or a
pipe, whose fragments are read more

A man is not a wall, whose stones are crushed upon the road; or a
pipe, whose fragments are thrown away at a street corner. The
fragments of an intellect are always good.

Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.

Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.