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.

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?

Reason is not automatic. Those who deny it cannot be conquered by it. Do not count on them. Leave them read more

Reason is not automatic. Those who deny it cannot be conquered by it. Do not count on them. Leave them alone.

Error of opinion may be tolerated where reason is left free to admit it.

Error of opinion may be tolerated where reason is left free to admit it.

Say first, of God above or man below,
What can we reason but from what we know?

Say first, of God above or man below,
What can we reason but from what we know?

He who will not reason, is a bigot; he who cannot is a fool; and
he who dares not, read more

He who will not reason, is a bigot; he who cannot is a fool; and
he who dares not, is a slave.

But it is not reason that governs love.
[Fr., Mais la raison n'est pas ce qui regle l'amour.]

But it is not reason that governs love.
[Fr., Mais la raison n'est pas ce qui regle l'amour.]

I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is read more

I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is hitting below the intellect.

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.