I Am Fully Convinced That The Soul

Were The Eye Not Of The Sun, How Could We Behold The Light? If God's Might And Ours Were Not As One, How Could His Work Enchant Our Sight?

Correction Does Much, But Encouragement Does More.

A Resolution That Is Communicated Is No Longer Within Thy Power; Thy Attentions Become Now The Plaything Of Chance; He Who Would Have His Commands Certainly Carried Out Must Take Man By Surprise.

Everything In Science Depends On What One Calls An Aperçu, On Becoming Aware Of What Is At The Bottom Of The Phenomena. Such Becoming Aware Is Infinitely Fertile.

One's Roused By This, Another Finds That Fit: Each Loves The Play For What He Brings To It.