The human mind is often, and I think it is for the most part, in a state neither of pain nor pleasure, which I call a state of indifference.
Whatever is fitted in any sort to excite the ideas of pain, and danger, that is to say, whatever is in any sort terrible, or is conversant about terrible objects, or operates in a manner analogous to terror, is a source of the sublime; that is, it is...
It is our ignorance of things that causes all our admiration and chiefly excites our passions.
