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Truth Is That Concordance Of An Abstract Statement With The Ideal Limit Towards Which Endless Investigation Would Tend To Bring Scientific Belief, Which Concordance The Abstract Statement May Possess By Virtue Of The Confession Of Its Inaccuracy And One-sidedness, And This Confession Is An Essential Ingredient Of Truth.

The One [the Logician] Studies The Science Of Drawing Conclusions, The Other [the Mathematician] The Science Which Draws Necessary Conclusions.

To Suppose Universal Laws Of Nature Capable Of Being Apprehended By The Mind And Yet Having No Reason For Their Special Forms, But Standing Inexplicable And Irrational, Is Hardly A Justifiable Position. Uniformities Are Precisely The Sort Of Facts That Need To Be Accounted For. Law Is Par Excellence The Thing That Wants A Reason. Now The Only Possible Way Of Accounting For The Laws Of Nature, And For Uniformity In General, Is To Suppose Them Results Of Evolution.

Looking Out Of My Window This Lovely Spring Morning I See An Azalea In Full Bloom. No, No! I Do Not See That; Though That Is The Only Way I Can Describe What I See. That Is A Proposition, A Sentence, A Fact; But What I Perceive Is Not Proposition, Sentence, Fact, But Only An Image Which I Make Intelligible In Part By Means Of A Statement Of Fact. This Statement Is Abstract; But What I See Is Concrete.

It Is A Common Observation That A Science First Begins To Be Exact When It Is Quantitatively Treated. What Are Called The Exact Sciences Are No Others Than The Mathematical Ones.