'It's this accursed Science,' I cried. 'It's the very Devil. The mediaeval priests and persecutors were right, and the Moderns are all wrong. You tamper with it-and it offers you gifts. And directly you take them it knocks you to pieces in some unexpected way.'
But, indeed, the science of logic and the whole framework of philosophical thought men have kept since the days of Plato and Aristotle, has no more essential permanence as a final expression of the human mind, than the Scottish Longer Catechism.
Science stands, a too competant servant, behind her wrangling underbred masters, holding out resources, devices, and remedies they are too stupid to use. ... And on its material side, a modern Utopia must needs present these gifts as taken.
The science of the modern school ... is in effect ... the acquisition of imperfectly analyzed misstatements about entrails, elements, and electricity.
We live in an age that hath more need of good example than precepts.
Stay a little and news will find you.
Many kiss the hand they wish cut off.
Teach me, my God and king In all things thee to see And what I do in anything To do it as for thee
The best smell is bread; the best saver, salt; the best love, that of children.
Critics are like brushers of noblemen's clothes.
Follow not truth too near the heels, lest it dash out thy teeth.
Was ever grief like mine?
Throw away thy rod, throw away thy wrath; O my God, take the gentle path.
A good heart cannot lye
The market is the best garden.
Enrich my heart, mouth, hands in me, With faith, with hope, with charity, That I may run, rise, rest with Thee.
One enemy is too much.
Grasp not at much, for fear thou losest all.
He that doth what he should not, shall feele what he would not. [He that doth what he should not shall feel what he would not.]
He that feares leaves, let him not goe into the wood.
He that gives all before hee dies provides to suffer.
He that gives me small gifts would have me live.
He that hath but one eye, must bee afraid to lose it. [He that hath but one eye must be afraid to lose it.]
He that hath hornes in his bosom, let him not put them on his head.
He that hath little is the lesse durtie.
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