Truth In Our Ideas Means Their Power

The Mind Is Made Up By What It Feeds Upon.

No One Sees Further Into A Generalization Than His Own Knowledge Of Detail Extends.

The Mind, In Short, Works On The Data It Receives Very Much As The Sculptor Works On His Block Of Stone.

Out Of Time We Cut 'days' And 'nights', 'summers' And 'winters.' We Say What, Each Part Of The Sensible Continuum Is, And All These Abstract Whats Are Concepts. The Intelletual Life Of Man Consists Almost Wholly In His Substitution Of A Conceptual Order For The Persceptual Order In Which His Experience Originally Comes.

History Is A Bath Of Blood.