Logic Chases Truth Up The Tree Of

We Cannot Stem Linguistic Change, But We Can Drag Our Feet. If Each Of Us Were To Defy Alexander Pope And Be The Last To Lay The Old Aside, It Might Not Be A Better World, But It Would Be A Lovelier Language.

The Totality Of Our So-called Knowledge Or Beliefs, From The Most Casual Matters Of Geography And History To The Profoundest Laws Of Atomic Physics Or Even Of Pure Mathematics And Logic, Is A Man-made Fabric Which Impinges On Experience Only Along The Edges. Or, To Change The Figure, Total Science Is Like A Field Of Force Whose Boundary Conditions Are Experience.

To Call A Posit A Posit Is Not To Patronize It. A Posit Can Be Unavoidable Except At The Cost Of Other No Less Artificial Expedients. Everything To Which We Concede Existence Is A Posit From The Standpoint Of A Description Of The Theory-building Process, And Simultaneously Real From The Standpoint Of The Theory That Is Being Built.

Logic Chases Truth Up The Tree Of Grammar.

Implication Is Thus The Very Texture Of Our Web Of Belief, And Logic Is The Theory That Traces It.