There are as many reasons for running as there are days in the year, years in my life. But mostly read more

There are as many reasons for running as there are days in the year, years in my life. But mostly I run because I am an animal and a child, an artist and a saint. So, too, are you. Find your own play, your own self-renewing compulsion, and you will become the person you are meant to be.

This case may also be notable for the chutzpah of the Assistant United States Attorney in advancing as a reason read more

This case may also be notable for the chutzpah of the Assistant United States Attorney in advancing as a reason for striking a juror that, "I have a P rule, I never accept anyone whose occupation begins with a P. He is a pipeline operator." This is.

Aristophanes turns Socrates into ridicule . . . as making the
worse appear the better reason.

Aristophanes turns Socrates into ridicule . . . as making the
worse appear the better reason.

Subdue
By force, who reason for their law refuse,
Right reason for their law.

Subdue
By force, who reason for their law refuse,
Right reason for their law.

I'll not listen to reason. . . . Reason always means what someone else has got to say.

I'll not listen to reason. . . . Reason always means what someone else has got to say.

I will it, I order it, let my will stand for a reason.
[Lat., Hoc volo, sic jubeo, sit read more

I will it, I order it, let my will stand for a reason.
[Lat., Hoc volo, sic jubeo, sit pro ratione voluntas.]

All our knowledge begins with the senses, proceeds then to the understanding, and ends with reason. There is nothing higher read more

All our knowledge begins with the senses, proceeds then to the understanding, and ends with reason. There is nothing higher than reason.

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.

Reason is the natural order of truth; but imagination is the organ of meaning.

Reason is the natural order of truth; but imagination is the organ of meaning.