Logic Is An Old Subject, And Since

The Lore Of Our Fathers Is A Fabric Of Sentences. In Our Hands It Develops And Changes, Through More Or Less Arbitrary And Deliberate Revisions And Additions Of Our Own, More Or Less Directly Occasioned By The Continuing Stimulation Of Our Sense Organs. It Is A Pale Gray Lore, Black With Fact And White With Convention. But I Have Found No Substantial Reasons For Concluding That There Are Any Quite Black Threads In It, Or Any White Ones.

Wyman's Overpopulated Universe Is In Many Ways Unlovely. It Offends The Aesthetic Sense Of Us Who Have A Taste For Desert Landscapes.

One Man's Observation Is Another Man's Closed Book Or Flight Of Fancy.

Scientific Method Is The Way To Truth, But It Affords, Even In Principle, No Unique Definition Of Truth. Any So-called Pragmatic Definition Of Truth Is Doomed To Failure Equally.

One Man's Antinomy Is Another Man's Falsidical Paradox, Give Or Take A Couple Of Thousand Years.