Maxioms by Samuel Butler
And force them, though it was in spite
Of Nature and their stars, to write.
And force them, though it was in spite
Of Nature and their stars, to write.
As men of inward light are wont
To turn their optics in upon't.
As men of inward light are wont
To turn their optics in upon't.
Cry out upon the stars for doing
Ill offices, to cross their wooing.
Cry out upon the stars for doing
Ill offices, to cross their wooing.
Men do not stumble over mountains, but over molehills.
Men do not stumble over mountains, but over molehills.
Logic is like the sword--those who appeal to it shall perish by it.
Logic is like the sword--those who appeal to it shall perish by it.
