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For comic writers charge Socrates with making the worse appear
the better reason.
[Lat., Nam et Socrati objiciunt read more
For comic writers charge Socrates with making the worse appear
the better reason.
[Lat., Nam et Socrati objiciunt comici, docere eum quomodo
pejorem causam meliorem faciat.]
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.
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.
It is not necessary to retain facts that we may reason concerning
them.
[Fr., Il n'est pas necessaire read more
It is not necessary to retain facts that we may reason concerning
them.
[Fr., Il n'est pas necessaire de tenir les choses pour en
raisonner.]
Most of us, when all is said and done, like what we like and make up reasons for it afterwards.
Most of us, when all is said and done, like what we like and make up reasons for it afterwards.
All extremes does perfect reason flee,
And wishes to be wise quite soberly.
[Fr., La parfaite raison read more
All extremes does perfect reason flee,
And wishes to be wise quite soberly.
[Fr., La parfaite raison fuit toute extremite,
Et veut que l'on soit sage avec sobriete.]
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.
All is but a jest, all dust, all not worth two peason:
For why in man's matters is neither read more
All is but a jest, all dust, all not worth two peason:
For why in man's matters is neither rime nor reason.
[Lat., Omnia sunt risus, sunt pulvis, et omnia nil sunt:
Res hominum cunctae, nam ratione lies.]
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.