Often you shall think your road impassable, sombre and companionless. Have will and plod along; and round each curve you shall find a new companion.
Ask not of things to shed their veils. Unveil yourselves, and things will be unveiled.
Logic is immaturity weaving its nets of gossamer wherewith it aims to catch the behemoth of knowledge. Logic is a crutch for the cripple, but a burden for the swift of foot and a greater burden still for the wise.
So think as if your every thought were to be etched in fire upon the sky for all and everything to see. For so, in truth, it is.
The more elaborate his labyrinths, the further from the Sun his face.
How much more infinite a sea is man? Be not so childish as to measure him from head to foot and think you have found his borders.