Once double the sum of things by adding this second world to it, and it swells to such a size that our reason can no longer encircle it.

We are torn this way and that by convictions, each of which is equally necessary, but each of which excludes the others.

When we try to grasp them all at once, our mind is like a man tied to wild horses; or like Phaeton in the Sun's chariot, bewildered and powerless over the intractable and the terrible team.

We can only recover our strength by a full confession of our weakness.

We can only lay hold on the beliefs that we see to be needful, by asking faith to join hands with reason.