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But honest instinct comes a volunteer;
Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit,
While still too read more
But honest instinct comes a volunteer;
Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit,
While still too wide or short in human wit.
I believe in instinct, not in reason. When reason is right, nine times out of ten it is impotent, and read more
I believe in instinct, not in reason. When reason is right, nine times out of ten it is impotent, and when it prevails, nine times out of ten it is wrong.
Telling us to obey instinct is like telling us to obey "people." People say different things: so do instincts. Our read more
Telling us to obey instinct is like telling us to obey "people." People say different things: so do instincts. Our instincts are at war.... Each instinct, if you listen to it, will claim to be gratified at the expense of the rest....
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
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.
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!
A good man, through obscurest aspirations
Has still an instinct of the one true way.
[Ger., Ein read more
A good man, through obscurest aspirations
Has still an instinct of the one true way.
[Ger., Ein guter Mensch, in seinem dunkeln Drange,
Ist sich des rechten Weges sohl bewusst.]
Man is primarily governed by passion and instinct.
Man is primarily governed by passion and instinct.
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.
. . . .
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.