True love is like seeing ghosts; we all talk about it, but few of us have ever seen one.[Il est du véritable amour comme de l’apparition des esprits: tout le monde en parle, mais peu de gens en ont vu.]
They say miracles are past.
There is no harm in doubt and skepticism, for it is through these that new discoveries are made.
There are always individuals who pit their minds against the general modes of thought and who are arrogant enough to feel that they alone are right and that the many are wrong.
That’s the curious part about speaking the truth. No one does believe it.
Since our inner experiences consist of reproductions and combinations of sensory impressions, the concept of a soul without a body seem to me to be empty and devoid of meaning.
Real evidence is usually vague and unsatisfactory. It has to be examined – sifted.
It must be so; for miracles are ceased; And therefore we must needs admit the means How things are perfected.
“Faith” is a fine invention For Gentlemen who see! But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
