He would probably have felt a scruple at sounding too far in advance certain problems which are, in a manner, reserved for terrible great minds.

There is a sacred horror beneath the porches of the enigma; those gloomy openings stand yawning there, but something tells you, you, a passer-by in life, that you must not enter.

Woe to him who penetrates thither! Geniuses in the impenetrable depths of abstraction and pure speculation, situated, so to speak, above all dogmas, propose their ideas to God.

Their prayer audaciously offers discussion.

Their adoration interrogates.