God not only plays dice, He also sometimes throws the dice where they cannot be seen.
When something is new to us, we treat it as an experience. We feel that our senses are awake and clear. We are alive.
The golden hour of invention must terminate like other hours, and when the man of genius returns to the cares, the duties, the vexations, and the amusements of life, his companions behold him as one of themselves - the creature of habits and infirmities.

