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Works of the intellect are great only by comparison with each
other.
Works of the intellect are great only by comparison with each
other.
Instinct perfected is a faculty of using and even constructing
organized instruments; intelligence perfected is the faculty of
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Instinct perfected is a faculty of using and even constructing
organized instruments; intelligence perfected is the faculty of
making and using unorganized instruments.
I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has
endowed us with sense, reason, and read more
I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has
endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to
forgo their use.
In short, intelligence, considered in what seems to be its
original feature, is the faculty of manufacturing artificial
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In short, intelligence, considered in what seems to be its
original feature, is the faculty of manufacturing artificial
objects, especially tools to make tools, and of indefinitely
urging the manufacture.
Some minds are like concrete: thoroughly mixed up and permanently set.
Some minds are like concrete: thoroughly mixed up and permanently set.
For the eye of the intellect "sees in all objects what it brought
with it the means of seeing."
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For the eye of the intellect "sees in all objects what it brought
with it the means of seeing."
- Thomas Carlyle,
Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious
the world of God within us. There read more
Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious
the world of God within us. There lies the Land of Song; there
lies the poet's native land.
Nothing is more difficult, and therefore more precious, than to be able to decide
Nothing is more difficult, and therefore more precious, than to be able to decide
A man is not a wall, whose stones are crushed upon the road; or a
pipe, whose fragments are read more
A man is not a wall, whose stones are crushed upon the road; or a
pipe, whose fragments are thrown away at a street corner. The
fragments of an intellect are always good.