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.

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.

The march of intellect.

The march of intellect.

Works of the intellect are great only by comparison with each
other.

Works of the intellect are great only by comparison with each
other.

Instinct perfected is a faculty of using and even constructing
organized instruments; intelligence perfected is the faculty of
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Instinct perfected is a faculty of using and even constructing
organized instruments; intelligence perfected is the faculty of
making and using unorganized instruments.

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.

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

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.

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,