In Any Country Where Talent And Virtue

Are We Not Madder Than Those First Inhabitants Of The Plain Of Sennar? We Know That The Distance Separating The Earth From The Sky Is Infinite, And Yet We Do Not Stop Building Our Tower.

What A Hell Of An Economic System! Some Are Replete With Everything While Others, Whose Stomachs Are No Less Demanding, Whose Hunger Is Just As Recurrent, Have Nothing To Bite On. The Worst Of It Is The Constrained Posture Need Puts You In. The Needy Man Does Not Walk Like The Rest; He Skips, Slithers, Twists, Crawls.

The Philosopher Forms His Principles On An Infinity Of Particular Observations. He Does Not Confuse Truth With Plausibility, He Takes For Truth What Is True, For False What Is False, For Doubtful What Is Doubtful, And Probable What Is Probable. The Philosophical Spirit Is Thus A Spirit Of Observation And Accuracy.

One May Demand Of Me That I Should Seek Truth, But Not That I Should Find It

If Reason Be A Gift Of Heaven, And We Can Say As Much Of Faith, Heaven Has Certainly Made Us Two Gifts Not Only Incompatible, But In Direct Contradiction To Each Other. In Order To Solve The Difficulty, We Are Compelled To Say Either That Faith Is A Chimera Or That Reason Is Useless.