If we knew what we were doing, it wouldn't be could reserach, now would it?

If we knew what we were doing, it wouldn't be could reserach, now would it?

Most of our so-called reasoning consists in finding arguments for going on believing as we already do.

Most of our so-called reasoning consists in finding arguments for going on believing as we already do.

To be rational is so glorious a thing, that two-legged creatures
generally content themselves with the title.

To be rational is so glorious a thing, that two-legged creatures
generally content themselves with the title.

Reason is a supple nymph, and slippery as a fish by nature. She had as leave give her kiss to read more

Reason is a supple nymph, and slippery as a fish by nature. She had as leave give her kiss to an absurdity any day, as to syllogistic truth. The absurdity may turn out truer.

This is our chief bane, that we live not according to the light
of reason, but after the fashion read more

This is our chief bane, that we live not according to the light
of reason, but after the fashion of others.
[Lat., Id nobis maxime nocet, quod non ad rationis lumen sed ad
similitudinem aliorum vivimus.]

To the people I forgot, you weren't on my mind for some reason and you probably don't deserve any thanks read more

To the people I forgot, you weren't on my mind for some reason and you probably don't deserve any thanks anyway.

A man always has two reasons for doing anything--a good reason and the real reason.

A man always has two reasons for doing anything--a good reason and the real 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.

Many are destined to reason wrongly; others, not to reason at all; and others, to persecute those who do reason.

Many are destined to reason wrongly; others, not to reason at all; and others, to persecute those who do reason.