Eloquence may set fire to reason.

Eloquence may set fire to reason.

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.

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.

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.

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.]

If you follow reason far enough it always leads to conclusions that are contrary to reason.

If you follow reason far enough it always leads to conclusions that are contrary 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.

Nothing can be lasting when reason does not rule.
[Lat., Nihil potest esse diuturnum cui non subest ratio.]

Nothing can be lasting when reason does not rule.
[Lat., Nihil potest esse diuturnum cui non subest ratio.]

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.