Unscientific Man Is Beset By A Deplorable

Life Is Agid, Life Is Fulgid. Life Is What The Least Of Us Make Most Of Us Feel The Least Of Us Make The Most Of. Life Is A Burgeoning, A Quickening Of The Dim Primordial Urge In The Murky Wastes Of Time.

We Do Not Learn First What To Talk About And Then What To Say About It.

English General And Singular Terms, Identity, Quantification, And The Whole Bag Of Ontological Tricks May Be Correlated With Elements Of The Native Language In Any Of Various Mutually Incompatible Ways, Each Compatible With All Possible Linguistic Data, And None Preferable To Another Save As Favored By A Rationalization Of The Native Language That Is Simple And Natural To Us.

Theory May Be Deliberate, As In A Chapter On Chemistry, Or It May Be Second Nature, As In The Immemorial Doctrine Of Ordinary Enduring Middle-sized Physical Objects.

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