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Whoever seeks . . .

"And through a riddle at the last, sagacity must go."

Some things I have said of which I am not altogether confident. But that we shall be better and braver and less helpless if we think that we ought to inquire than we should if we indulged in the idle fancy that there was no knowing and no use in seeking to know what we do not know -- that is a theme upon which I am ready to fight, in word and deed, to the utmost of my power.

--Socrates recorded by Plato

Shall a man then be rebuked because that he desireth and ensueth virtue only for itself, because he studieth the mysteries of God, because he ensearcheth the counsel of nature, because he useth continually this pleasant ease and rest, seeking none outward thing, despising all other thing, since those things are able sufficiently to satisfy the desire of their followers? By this reckoning it is a thing either servile, or at the leastwise not princely, to make the study of wisdom other than mercenary. Who may well hear this, who may suffer it? Certainly he never studied for wisdom which so studied therefor that in time to come either he might not or would not study therefor. This man rather exercised the study of merchandise than of wisdom.

--Pico della Mirandola translated by Thomas More

Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point.
The heart has reason whereof the reason knows nothing.

The infinite silence of these empty spaces fills me with dread.

Be comforted. It is not from yourself that you must expect it. Rather you must expect it by expecting nothing from yourself.

--Blaise Pascal

“I am,” quoth I, “the King's true faithful subject and daily beadsman and pray for his Highness and all his and all the realm. I do nobody harm, I say none harm, I think none harm, but wish everybody good. And if this be not enough to keep a man alive, in good faith, I long not to live. And I am dying already, and have since I came here, been divers times in the case that I thought to die within one hour, and I thank our Lord I was never sorry for it, but rather sorry when I saw the pang past. And therefore my poor body is at the King's pleasure, would God my death might do him good.”

--Thomas More