The Entire Universe Is Perfused With Signs,

All The Evolution We Know Of Proceeds From The Vague To The Definite.

It Is Terrible To See How A Single Unclear Idea, A Single Formula Without Meaning, Lurking In A Young Man's Head, Will Sometimes Act Like An Obstruction Of Inert Matter In An Artery, Hindering The Nutrition Of The Brain And Condemning Its Victim To Pine Away In The Fullness Of His Intellectual Vigor And In The Midst Of Intellectual Plenty.

It Is Impossible Not To Envy The Man Who Can Dismiss Reason, Although We Know How It Must Turn Out At Last.

Looking Out Of My Window This Lovely Spring Morning I See An Azalea In Full Bloom. No, No! I Do Not See That; Though That Is The Only Way I Can Describe What I See. That Is A Proposition, A Sentence, A Fact; But What I Perceive Is Not Proposition, Sentence, Fact, But Only An Image Which I Make Intelligible In Part By Means Of A Statement Of Fact. This Statement Is Abstract; But What I See Is Concrete.

Do You Call It Doubting To Write Down On A Piece Of Paper That You Doubt? If So, Doubt Has Nothing To Do With Any Serious Business. But Do Not Make Believe; If Pedantry Has Not Eaten All The Reality Out Of You, Recognize, As You Must, That There Is Much That You Do Not Doubt, In The Least. Now That Which You Do Not At All Doubt, You Must And Do Regard As Infallible, Absolute Truth.