My Small Boat

The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries out in terror before being defeated.

Materialists and madmen never have doubts.

Duties are ours; events are God’s. This removes an infinite burden from the shoulders of a miserable, tempted, dying creature. On this consideration only, can he securely lay down his head, and close his eyes.

Autumn

A touch of cold in the Autumn night –
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children.

You can’t change anything by fighting or resisting it. You change something by making it obsolete through superior methods.

Philosophy of science is about as useful to scientists as ornithology is to birds.