The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.
We live on a placid island if ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we voyage so far.
The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us a little;
but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up
such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein,
that we shall either go mad from the revelation, or flee from the deadly light
into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
