"There is change, and departure: but there is also help when least looked for from the strangers of the day, and hiding, out among the accidents of this drifting Humility, never quite to be extinguished, a few small chances for mercy."
Tuesday, 13 January 2015
Duke it
"And
you know I think it was Plato, I’m not sure he said it first, it was 'If
God does not exist, human beings will create God'. I think the truth is
that they’re not even going to wait to find out, its easier to cut to
the technical solution and sort the whole thing out later. If the God we
make and the God we find are in conflict with each other they’ll just
have to duke it out."
-T.M.
-T.M.
Friday, 2 January 2015
Pope
"Nature to all things fix'd the Limits fit,
And wisely curb'd proud Man's pretending Wit:
As on the Land while here the Ocean gains,
In other Parts it leaves wide sandy Plains;
Thus in the Soul while Memory prevails,
The solid Pow'r of Understanding fails;
Where Beams of warm Imagination play,
The Memory's soft Figures melt away.
One Science only will one Genius fit;
So vast is Art, so narrow Human Wit;
Not only bounded to peculiar Arts,
But oft in those, confin'd to single Parts.
Like Kings we lose the Conquests gain'd before,
By vain Ambition still to make them more:
Each might his sev'ral Province well command,
Wou'd all but stoop to what they understand."
Excerpt from An Essay On Criticism
"Whate'er the talents, or howe'er design'd,
We hang one jingling padlock on the mind"
The Dunciad
And wisely curb'd proud Man's pretending Wit:
As on the Land while here the Ocean gains,
In other Parts it leaves wide sandy Plains;
Thus in the Soul while Memory prevails,
The solid Pow'r of Understanding fails;
Where Beams of warm Imagination play,
The Memory's soft Figures melt away.
One Science only will one Genius fit;
So vast is Art, so narrow Human Wit;
Not only bounded to peculiar Arts,
But oft in those, confin'd to single Parts.
Like Kings we lose the Conquests gain'd before,
By vain Ambition still to make them more:
Each might his sev'ral Province well command,
Wou'd all but stoop to what they understand."
Excerpt from An Essay On Criticism
"Whate'er the talents, or howe'er design'd,
We hang one jingling padlock on the mind"
The Dunciad
Thursday, 25 December 2014
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