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.

The march of intellect.

The march of intellect.

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.

Some minds are like concrete: thoroughly mixed up and permanently set.

Some minds are like concrete: thoroughly mixed up and permanently set.

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.

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.

'Tis good-will makes intelligence.

'Tis good-will makes intelligence.

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,

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

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