Science, detecting hydrogen aflame outside our firmament, leaves mystery whole and untouched beyond; nay, in our blood and in the potent atoms of each germ, the Secret lives — envelops, penetrates whatever sense perceives or thought divines.
Science, whose soul is explanation, halts with hostile front at mystery…
Science with her lens dissolves the Forms that made the other half of all our love, which thenceforth widowed lives to gaze with maniac stare at what is not.
— George Eliot
A Calvary where Reason mocks at Love, and Love forsaken sends out orphan cries.