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.

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 march of intellect.

The march of intellect.

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.

Thou living ray of intellectual fire.

Thou living ray of intellectual fire.

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.

Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius-- and a read more

Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius-- and a lot of courage- -to move in the opposite direction.

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,

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.