We think of Euclid as of fine ice; we admire Newton as we admire the peak of Teneriffe. Even the intensest labors, the most remote triumphs of the abstract intellect, seem to carry us into a region different from our own-to be in a terra incognita of pure reasoning, to cast a chill on human glory.
Walter Bagehot, Richard Holt Hutton (1891). “Literary studies ; Religious and metaphysical essays ; Letters on the French coup d'état”
