While bright-eyed Science watches round.
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth,
A youth to fortune and to fame unknown:
Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Labour to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire,--conscience.
By the glare of false science betray'd,
That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind.
Conscience has no more to do with gallantry than it has with politics.
O star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there,
To waft us home the message of despair?
The languages, especially the dead,
The sciences, and most of all the abstruse,
The arts, at least all such as could be said
To be the most remote from common use.
Respectable Professors of the Dismal Science.
That fierce thing
They call a conscience.
The courage of New England was the "courage of Conscience." It did not rise to that insane and awful passion, the love of war for itself.
Of science and logic he chatters,
As fine and as fast as he can;
Though I am no judge of such matters,
I'm sure he's a talented man.
In science, read, by preference the newest works; in literature, the oldest. The classics are always modern.
Mastering the lawless science of our law,--
That codeless myriad of precedent,
That wilderness of single instances.
The disease of an evil conscience is beyond the practice of all the physicians of all the countries in the world.
In the light of fuller day,
Of purer science, holier laws.
In vain we call old notions fudge,
And bend our conscience to our dealing;
The Ten Commandments will not budge,
And stealing will continue stealing.
We may live without poetry, music and art;
We may live without conscience and live without heart;
We may live without friends; we may live without books;
But civilized man can not live without cooks.
He may live without books,--what is knowledge but grieving?
He may live without hope--what is hope but deceiving?
He may live without love,--what is passion but pining?
But where is the man that can live without dining?
Guilty consciences always make people cowards.
A guilty conscience never feels secure.
The laws of conscience, which we pretend to be derived from nature, proceed from custom.
Arts and sciences are not cast in a mould, but are formed and perfected by degrees, by often handling and polishing, as bears leisurely lick their cubs into form.
If ignorance and passion are the foes of popular morality, it must be confessed that moral indifference is the malady of the cultivated classes. The modern separation of enlightenment and virtue, of thought and conscience, of the intellectual aristocracy from the honest and common crowd is the greatest danger that can threaten liberty.
All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than the animals that know nothing. A day will come when science will turn upon its error and no longer hesitate to shorten our woes. A day will come when it will dare and act with certainty; when life, grown wiser, will depart silently at its hour, knowing that it has reached its term.
Science falsely so called.
We can feel strongly for primitive man in the dark; for all our science, we have not fully overcome our fear of it or, when human contact is lost, our sense of devastating loneliness in it