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Metaphysics is the finding of bad reasons for what we believe upon instinct; but to find these reasons is no read more
Metaphysics is the finding of bad reasons for what we believe upon instinct; but to find these reasons is no less an instinct.
Instinct and reason how can we divide?
'Tis the fool's ignorance, and the pedant's pride.
Instinct and reason how can we divide?
'Tis the fool's ignorance, and the pedant's pride.
How instinct varies in the grov'lling swine,
Compar'd, half-reasoning elephant, with thine!
'Twixt that and reason what read more
How instinct varies in the grov'lling swine,
Compar'd, half-reasoning elephant, with thine!
'Twixt that and reason what a nice barrier!
Forever sep'rate, yet forever near!
Instinct is action taken in pursuance of a purpose, but without conscious perception of what the purpose is.
Instinct is action taken in pursuance of a purpose, but without conscious perception of what the purpose is.
A fierce unrest seethes at the core
Of all existing things:
It was the eager wish to read more
A fierce unrest seethes at the core
Of all existing things:
It was the eager wish to soar
That gave the gods their wings.
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There throbs through all the worlds that are
This heart-beat not and strong,
And shaken systems, star by star,
Awake and glow in song.
Trust the instinct to the end, though you can render no reason
Trust the instinct to the end, though you can render no reason
Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known read more
Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
Man is primarily governed by passion and instinct.
Man is primarily governed by passion and instinct.
How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we, humans know read more
How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we, humans know when it is time to move on? As with the migrant birds, so surely with us, there is a voice within if only we would listen to it, that tells us certainly when to go forth into the unknown.
