Found in the essay, "Intellect" (1841) -- these words by 19th century American philosopher and poet Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882):
When we are young, we spend much time and pains
in filling our note-books with all definitions
of Religion, Love, Poetry, Politics, Art,
in the hope that, in the course of a few years,
we shall have condensed into our encyclopaedia
the net value of all the theories
at which the world has yet arrived.
But year after year our tables get no
completeness, and at last we discover
that our curve is a parabola,
whose arcs will never meet.
and, later in the same essay:
I am present at the sowing
of the seed of the world.
With a geometry of sunbeams,
the soul lays the foundations of nature.