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Experience Has Repeatedly Confirmed That Well-known Maxim Of Bacon's That 'a Little Philosophy Inclineth A Man's Mind To Atheism, But Depth In Philosophy Bringeth Men's Minds About To Religion.' At The Same Time, When Bacon Penned That Sage Epigram... He Forgot To Add That The God To Whom Depth In Philosophy Brings Back Men's Minds Is Far From Being The Same From Whom A Little Philosophy Estranges Them.

-George Santayana

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Experience Has Repeatedly Confirmed

George Santayana

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Experience Has Repeatedly Confirmed That Well-known Maxim Of Bacon's That 'a Little Philosophy Inclineth A Man's Mind To Atheism, But Depth In Philosophy Bringeth Men's Minds About To Religion.' At The Same Time, When Bacon Penned That Sage Epigram... He Forgot To Add That The God To Whom Depth In Philosophy Brings Back Men's Minds Is Far From Being The Same From Whom A Little Philosophy Estranges Them.

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Wealth, Religion, Military Victory Have More Rhetorical Than Efficacious Worth.

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The Earth Has Music For Those Who Listen.

In A Moving World Readaptation Is The Price Of Longevity.

Manhood And Sagacity Ripen Of Themselves; It Suffices Not To Repress Or Distort Them.

The Human Mind Is Not Rich Enough To Drive Many Horses Abreast And Wants One General Scheme, Under Which It Strives To Bring Everything.

Many Possessions, If They Do Not Make A Man Better, Are At Least Expected To Make His Children Happier; And This Pathetic Hope Is Behind Many Exertions.

An Artist May Visit A Museum But Only A Pedant Can Live There.

The Living Have Never Shown Me How To Live.

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An Ideal Cannot Wait For Its Realization To Prove Its Validity.

Our Dignity Is Not In What We Do, But What We Understand.

The Little Word Is Has Its Tragedies: It Marries And Identifies Different Things With The Greatest Innocence; And Yet No Two Are Ever Identical, And If Therein Lies The Charm Of Wedding Them And Calling Them One, Therein Too Lies The Danger.

Nothing Can Be Meaner Than The Anxiety To Live On, To Live On Anyhow And In Any Shape; A Spirit With Any Honor Is Not Willing To Live Except In Its Own Way, And A Spirit With Any Wisdom Is Not Over-eager To Live At All.

Oxford, The Paradise Of Dead Philosophies.

Almost Every Wise Saying Has An Opposite One, No Less Wise, To Balance It.

Christianity Persecuted, Tortured, And Burned. Like A Hound It Tracked The Very Scent Of Heresy. It Kindled Wars, And Nursed Furious Hatreds And Ambitions. It Sanctified, Quite Like Mohammedism, Extermination And Tyranny. All This Would Have Been Impossible If, Like Buddhism, It Had Looked Only For Peace And The Liberation Of Souls. It Looked Beyond; It Dreamt Of Infinite Blisses And Crowns It Should Be Crowned With Before An Electrified Universe And An Applauding God... Buddhism Had Tried To Quiet A Sick World With Anesthetics; Christianity Sought To Purge It With Fire.

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Love, Whether Sexual, Parental, Or Fraternal, Is Essentially Sacrificial, And Prompts A Man To Give His Life For His Friends.

Perhaps The Universe Is Nothing But An Equilibrium Of Idiocies.

Animals Are Born And Bred In Litters. Solitude Grows Blessed And Peaceful Only In Old Age.

Fun Is A Good Thing But Only When It Spoils Nothing Better.

Tolerated People Are Never Conciliated. They Live On, But The Aroma Of Their Life Is Lost.

To Fight Is A Radical Instinct; If Men Have Nothing Else To Fight Over They Will Fight Over Words, Fancies, Or Women, Or They Will Fight Because They Dislike Each Other's Looks, Or Because They Have Met Walking In Opposite Directions.

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The Need Of Exercise Is A Modern Superstition, Invented By People Who Ate Too Much And Had Nothing To Think About.

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The Works Of Nature First Acquire A Meaning In The Commentaries They Provoke.

It Would Repel Me Less To Be A Hangman Than A Soldier, Because The One Is Obliged To Put To Death Only Criminals Sentenced By The Law, But The Other Kills Honest Men Who Like Himself Bathe In Innocent Blood At The Bidding Of Some Superior.

At Best, The True Philosopher Can Fulfil His Mission Very Imperfectly, Which Is To Pilot Himself, Or At Most A Few Voluntary Companions Who May Find Themselves In The Same Boat.

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Nothing Can So Pierce The Soul As The Uttermost Sigh Of The Body.

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Oaths Are The Fossils Of Piety.

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Time Is Like An Enterprising Manager Always Bent On Staging Some New And Surprising Production, Without Knowing Very Well What It Will Be.

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I Have No Axe To Grind; Only My Thoughts To Burnish.

The Arts Must Study Their Occasions; They Must Stand Modestly Aside Until They Can Slip In Fitly Into The Interstices Of Life.

Nothing You Can Lose By Dying Is Half As Precious As The Readiness To Die, Which Is Man's Charter Of Nobility.

Art Is The Response To The Demand For Entertainment, For The Stimulation Of Our Senses And Imagination, And Truth Enters Into It Only As It Subserves These Ends.

It Is True That I Am Carrying Out Various Methods Of Treatment Recommended By Doctors And Dentists In The Hope Of Dying In The Remote Future In Perfect Health.

Unmitigated Seriousness Is Always Out Of Place In Human Affairs.

Experience Is A Mere Whiff Or Rumble, Produced By Enormously Complex And Ill-deciphered Causes Of Experience; And In The Other Direction, Experience Is A Mere Peephole Through Which Glimpses Come Down To Us Of Eternal Things.

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Tomes Of Aesthetic Criticism Hang On A Few Moments Of Real Delight And Intuition.

Knowledge Is Not Eating, And We Cannot Expect To Devour And Possess What We Mean. Knowledge Is Recognition Of Something Absent; It Is A Salutation, Not An Embrace.

If A Man Really Knew Himself He Would Utterly Despise The Ignorant Notions Others Might Form On A Subject In Which He Had Such Matchless Opportunities For Observation.

Reason In My Philosophy Is Only A Harmony Among Irrational Impulses.

The Young Man Who Has Not Wept Is A Savage, And The Older Man Who Will Not Laugh Is A Fool.

Religion Is The Natural Reaction Of The Imagination When Confronted By The Difficulties In A Truculent World.

One Real World Is Enough.

The Unforgivable Sin Is The Refusal To Pardon.

Unforgivable Sin

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The Aim Of Education Is The Condition Of Suspended Judgment On Everything.

The Best Men In All Ages Keep Classic Traditions Alive

Religion In Its Humility Restores Man To His Only Dignity, The Courage To Live By Grace.

The Strongest Feelings Assigned To The Conscience Are Not Moral Feelings At All; They Express Merely Physical Antipathies.

With An Artist No Sane Man Quarrels, Any More Than With The Colour Of A Child's Eyes.

Existence Is A Miracle, And, Morally Considered, A Free Gift From Moment To Moment.

The Lover Knows Much More About Absolute Good And Universal Beauty Than Any Logician Or Theologian, Unless The Latter, Too, Be Lovers In Disguise.

A Way Foolishness Has Of Revenging Itself Is To Excommunicate The World.

The Love Of All-inclusiveness Is As Dangerous In Philosophy As In Art.

Even Under The Most Favorable Circumstances No Mortal Can Be Asked To Seize The Truth In Its Wholeness Or At Its Center.

Nonsense Is So Good Only Because Common Sense Is So Limited.

There Is No Greater Stupidity Or Meanness Than To Take Uniformity For An Ideal, As If It Were Not A Benefit And A Joy To A Man, Being What He Is, To Know That Many Are, Have Been, And Will Be Better Than He.

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