January 12th, 2002.
"Science is the great antidote to the poison of enthusiasm and superstition."
(Adam Smith, Wealth of Nations.)
"Superstition is the religion of feeble minds."
(Burke, Reflections on the French Revolution, 1790.)
Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrow is in vain;
For violets plucked, the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow again.
Thomas Percy (1729-1811): Friar of Orders Gray.
Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead;
excessive grief the enemy to the living.
Shakespeare: All's Well.
Things without remedy,
Should be without regard: what's done is done.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies
But in battalions.
Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
Young: Night Thoughts.
A little learning is a dangerous thing,
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring,
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again.
Pope: Essays on Criticisms.
Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow;
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
Dryden: All for Love (Prologue).
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January, 2002 (2011)