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.]

An appeal to the reason of the people has never been known to fail in the long run.

An appeal to the reason of the people has never been known to fail in the long run.

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.

A noble heart will always capitulate to reason.

A noble heart will always capitulate to reason.

Before you give up, think of the reason why you held on so long.

Before you give up, think of the reason why you held on so long.

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving read more

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.

We love without reason, and without reason we hate.
[Fr., On aime sans raison, et sans raison l'on hait.]

We love without reason, and without reason we hate.
[Fr., On aime sans raison, et sans raison l'on hait.]

He who establishes his argument by noise and command shows that
his reason is weak.

He who establishes his argument by noise and command shows that
his reason is weak.

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.