“Where is the subject that does not branch out into infinity? For every grain of sand is a mystery; so is every daisy in summer, and so is every snow-flake in winter. Both upwards and downwards, and all around us, science and speculation pass into mystery at last.”

Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 421.

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English Unitarian preacher and author 1816–1885

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