To Know A Truth Well, One Must

It Is Certain My Belief Gains Quite Infinitely The Very Moment I Can Convince Another Mind Thereof

Tools Arm The Man. One Can Well Say That Man Is Capable Of Bringing Forth A World; He Lacks Only The Necessary Apparatus, The Corresponding Armature Of His Sensory Tools. The Beginning Is There. Thus The Principle Of A Warship Lies In The Idea Of The Shipbuilder, Who Is Able To Incorporate This Thought By Making Himself Into A Gigantic Machine, As It Were, Through A Mass Of Men And Appropriate Tools And Materials. Thus The Idea Of A Moment Often Required Monstrous Organs, Monstrous Masses Of Materials, And Man Is Therefore A Potential, If Not An Actual Creator.

The True Poet Is All-knowing; He Is An Actual World In Miniature.

It Is Not Merely The Multiplicity Of Tints, The Gladness Of Tone, Or The Balminess Of The Air Which Delight In The Spring; It Is The Still Consecrated Spirit Of Hope, The Prophecy Of Happy Days Yet To Come; The Endless Variety Of Nature, With Presentiments Of Eternal Flowers Which Never Shall Fade, And Sympathy With The Blessedness Of The Ever-developing World.

Knowledge Is Only One Half. Faith Is The Other.