in regard to life and his own mental state in particular.
Because it was so peculiarly related to his own viewpoint I quote it:

"Beyond the reach of our intelligence as are the mysteries of the
objects known by our senses, those presented in this universal matrix
are, if we may say so, still further beyond the reach of our
intelligence, for whereas, those of the one kind may be, and are,
thought of by many as explicable on the hypothesis of creation, and by
the rest on the hypothesis of evolution, those of the other kind cannot
by either be regarded as thus explicable. Theist and Agnostic must agree
in recognizing the properties of Space as inherent, eternal,
uncreated--as anteceding all creation, if creation has taken place.
Hence, could we penetrate the mysteries of existence, there would still
remain more transcendent mysteries. That which can be thought of as
neither made nor evolved presents us with facts the origin of which is
even more remote from conceivability than is the origin of the facts
presented by visible and tangible things.... The thought of this blank
form of existence which, explored in all directions as far as eye can
reach, has, beyond that, an unexplored region compared with which the
part imagination has traversed is but infinitesimal--the thought of a
space, compared with which our immeasurable sidereal system dwindles to
a point, is a thought too overwhelming to be dwelt upon. Of late years
the consciousness that without origin or cause, infinite space has ever
existed and must ever exist produces in me a feeling from which I
shrink."

"Well," said Eugene, turning as he thought he heard a slight noise,
"that is certainly the sanest interpretation of the limitations of human
thought I have ever read"--and then seeing the tiny Angela enter, clad
in a baggy little sleeping suit which was not unrelated to a Harlequin
costume, he smiled, for he knew her wheedling, shifty moods and tricks.

"Now what are you coming in here for?" he asked, with mock severity.
"You know you oughn't to be up so late. If Auntie Myrtle catches you!"

"But I can't sleep, Daddy," she replied trickily, anxious to be with him
a little while longer before the fire, and tripping coaxingly across the
floor. "Won't you take me?"

"Yes, I know all about your not being able to sleep, you scamp. You're
coming in here to be cuddled. You beat it!"

"Oh, no, Daddy!"

"All right, then, come here." And he gathered her up in his a