My Language Is The Sum Total Of

A Sign, Or Representamen, Is Something Which Stands To Somebody For Something In Some Respect Or Capacity. It Addresses Somebody,that Is, Creates In The Mind Of That Person An Equivalent Sign, Or Perhaps A More Developed Sign. That Sign Which It Creates I Call The Interpretant Of The First Sign. The Sign Stands For Something, Its Object. It Stands For That Object, Not In All Respects, But In Reference To A Sort Of Idea, Which I Have Sometimes Called The Ground Of The Representamen.

It Is Terrible To See How A Single Unclear Idea, A Single Formula Without Meaning, Lurking In A Young Man's Head, Will Sometimes Act Like An Obstruction Of Inert Matter In An Artery, Hindering The Nutrition Of The Brain And Condemning Its Victim To Pine Away In The Fullness Of His Intellectual Vigor And In The Midst Of Intellectual Plenty.

Our Whole Past Experience Is Continually In Our Consciousness, Though Most Of It Sunk To A Great Depth Of Dimness. I Think Of Consciousness As A Bottomless Lake, Whose Waters Seem Transparent, Yet Into Which We Can Clearly See But A Little Way.

There Is A Kink In My Damned Brain That Prevents Me From Thinking As Other People Think.

A Hypothesis Is Something Which Looks As If It Might Be True And Were True, And Which Is Capable Of Verification Or Refutation By Comparison With Facts.