Alas, even in my present madness, that I cannot believe; else none but the miserable would ever get any thinking done; and I'd never get out of bed.

But often love comes to the aid of thought, and gentles it: and to good purpose.

Rather than being made insignificant by the infinite,
Our souls can be magnified by it. But I paraphrase, as I'm sure you're aware.

A new phase of learning awaits.