Hear reason, or she'll make you feel her.

Hear reason, or she'll make you feel her.

My peace is gone, my heart is heavy.
[Ger., Meine Ruh ist hin,
Mein Herz ist schwer.]

My peace is gone, my heart is heavy.
[Ger., Meine Ruh ist hin,
Mein Herz ist schwer.]

Reason is not automatic. Those who deny it cannot be conquered by it. Do not count on them. Leave them read more

Reason is not automatic. Those who deny it cannot be conquered by it. Do not count on them. Leave them alone.

There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, read more

There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together

Once the people begin to reason, all is lost

Once the people begin to reason, all is lost

I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is read more

I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is hitting below the intellect.

The heart knoweth his own bitterness; and a stranger doth not
intermeddle with his joy.

The heart knoweth his own bitterness; and a stranger doth not
intermeddle with his joy.

Two angels guide
The path of man, both aged and yet young.
As angels are, ripening through read more

Two angels guide
The path of man, both aged and yet young.
As angels are, ripening through endless years,
On one he leans: some call her Memory,
And some Tradition; and her voice is sweet,
With deep mysterious accords: the other,
Floating above, holds down a lamp with streams
A light divine and searching on the earth,
Compelling eyes and footsteps. Memory yields,
Yet clings with loving check, and shines anew,
Reflecting all the rays of that bright lamp
Our angel Reason holds. We had not walked
But for Tradition; we walk evermore
To higher paths by brightening Reason's lamp.

Reasons are not like garments, the worse for wearing.
- Robert Devereux, Earl of Essex,

Reasons are not like garments, the worse for wearing.
- Robert Devereux, Earl of Essex,