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She had a womanly instinct that clothes possess an influence more powerful over many than the worth of character or read more
She had a womanly instinct that clothes possess an influence more powerful over many than the worth of character or the magic of manners.
A good man, through obscurest aspirations
Has still an instinct of the one true way.
[Ger., Ein read more
A good man, through obscurest aspirations
Has still an instinct of the one true way.
[Ger., Ein guter Mensch, in seinem dunkeln Drange,
Ist sich des rechten Weges sohl bewusst.]
The ideal condition would be, I admit, that men should be right by instinct; but since we are all likely read more
The ideal condition would be, I admit, that men should be right by instinct; but since we are all likely to go astray, The reasonable thing is to learn from those who can teach
The very essence of instinct is that it's followed independently of reason.
The very essence of instinct is that it's followed independently of reason.
As the traveler who has lost his way, throws his reins on his horse's neck, and trusts to the instinct read more
As the traveler who has lost his way, throws his reins on his horse's neck, and trusts to the instinct of the animal to find his road, so must we do with the divine animal who carries us through this world
Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
Telling us to obey instinct is like telling us to obey "people." People say different things: so do instincts. Our read more
Telling us to obey instinct is like telling us to obey "people." People say different things: so do instincts. Our instincts are at war.... Each instinct, if you listen to it, will claim to be gratified at the expense of the rest....
How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we, humans know read more
How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we, humans know when it is time to move on? As with the migrant birds, so surely with us, there is a voice within if only we would listen to it, that tells us certainly when to go forth into the unknown.
