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Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known read more
Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
The instinct of nearly all societies is to lock up anybody who is truly free. First, society begins by trying read more
The instinct of nearly all societies is to lock up anybody who is truly free. First, society begins by trying to beat you up. If this fails, they try to poison you. If this fails too, they finish by loading honors on your head.
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....
Creativity comes from trust. Trust your instincts. And never hope more than you work.
Creativity comes from trust. Trust your instincts. And never hope more than you work.
The active part of man consists of powerful instincts, some of which are gentle and continuous; others violent and short; read more
The active part of man consists of powerful instincts, some of which are gentle and continuous; others violent and short; some baser, some nobler, and all necessary.
Instinct is untaught ability
Instinct is untaught ability
How instinct varies in the grov'lling swine,
Compar'd, half-reasoning elephant, with thine!
'Twixt that and reason what read more
How instinct varies in the grov'lling swine,
Compar'd, half-reasoning elephant, with thine!
'Twixt that and reason what a nice barrier!
Forever sep'rate, yet forever near!
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.
