Of Man, the Organs, the Soul, the Intellectual Faculties
 THERE are two existences that a man, prisoned within himself, might know: his own and God's; I am, therefore God is. But sensation only can teach him the existence of bodies.
 We see everything through ourselves. We are a medium always interposed between things and ourselves.
 There is, in language, something of fate and inspiration.
 The soul is to the eyes what sight is to the touch; it seizes what eludes the senses. As in art the greatest beauty is beyond law, so in knowledge the highest and the truest is beyond experience.
 In the soul there is a taste that loves goodness, as in the body there is an appetite that loves pleasure.
 The mind is the atmosphere of the soul.
 What we call soul in man is unchanging, but what we call mind differs with every age, every situation, every day. The mind is a mobile thing whose direction changes with every wind that blows.
 The mind is a fire, of which thought is the flame. Like flame it tends upwards. Men do their best to smother it by turning the point downwards.
 Plato is wrong: there are some things that may be communicated, but not taught; some that we may obviously possess without the power of communicating them. Strictly speaking, perhaps, a man is only learned in what can be taught; but he may be gifted with an art which could not be transmitted: such as quickness of grasp, instinct, genius; such as also, perhaps, the art of knowing and governing men.
 Our mind has more thoughts than our memory can store; it...