A life based on reason will always require to be balanced by an occasional bout of violent and irrational emotion, for the instinctual tribes must be satisfied.
We do not fight for the real but for shadows we make A flag is a piece of cloth and a word is a sound, But we make them something neither cloth nor a sound Tokens of love and hate, black sorcery stones.
When the human mind exists in the light of reason and no more than reason, we may say with absolute certainty that Man and all that made him will be in that instant gone.
Reason deserves to be called a prophet; for in showing up the consequence and effect of our actions in the present, does it not tell us what the future will be?
You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a second marriage in my house; Divorced old barren reason from my bed, And took the daughter of the vine to spouse.