Do not think me a madman or a lover; a profound conviction cannot be argued with.

Convert my belief into scientific theories, and let us try to enlighten each other.

To-morrow evening we shall both be with her." "What then ?" said Monsieur Becker.
"If her eye ignores space," replied Wilfrid, "if her thought is an intelligent sight which enables her to perceive all things in their essence, and to connect them with the general evolution of the universe, if, in a word, she sees and knows all, let us seat the Pythoness on her tripod, let us force this pitiless eagle by threats to spread its wings! Help me! I breathe a fire which burns my vitals; I must quench it or it will consume me.

I have found a prey at last, and it shall be mine!" "The conquest will be difficult," said the pastor, "because this girl is--" "Is what ?" cried Wilfrid.
"Mad," said the old man.
"I will not dispute her madness, but neither must you dispute her wonderful powers.

Dear Monsieur Becker, she has often confounded me with her learning.