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.

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.

Reason is the natural order of truth; but imagination is the organ of meaning.

Reason is the natural order of truth; but imagination is the organ of meaning.

Indu'd
With sanctity of reason.

Indu'd
With sanctity of reason.

The reasoning of the strongest is always the best.
[Fr., La raison du plus fort est toujours la meilleure.]

The reasoning of the strongest is always the best.
[Fr., La raison du plus fort est toujours la meilleure.]

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.]

Many are destined to reason wrongly; others, not to reason at all; and others, to persecute those who do reason.

Many are destined to reason wrongly; others, not to reason at all; and others, to persecute those who do reason.

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?

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.