Quotes About Reason

Passion is the mob of the man, that commits a riot upon his reason.

All Excess is ill: But Drunkenness is of the worst Sort. It spoils Health, dismounts the Mind, and unmans Men: It reveals Secrets, is Quarrelsome, Lascivious, Impudent, Dangerous and Mad. In fine, he that is drunk is not a Man: Because he is so long void of Reason, that distinguishes a Man from a Beast.

Nothing does reason more right, than the coolness of those that offer it: For Truth often suffers more by the heat of its defenders, than from the arguments of its opposers.

For I think belief in God is not a matter of reason at all; I think it finally is a matter of love.

And there lies the heart of it, perhaps: in unworthiness. For I think belief in God is not a matter of reason at all; I think it finally is a matter of love: of accepting the possibility that God could ever love us.

For I think belief in God is not a matter of reason at all; I think it finally is a matter of love: of accepting the possibility that God could ever love us.

Sometimes "creativity" is just common sense.

A crowd always thinks with its sympathy, never with its reason.

There's method in his madness.

When valour preys on reason, it eats the sword it fights with.

O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shameWhen the compulsive ardor gives the charge,Since frost itself as actively doth burn,And reason panders will.

For these fellows of infinite tongue, that can rime themselves into ladies' favors, they do always reason themselves out again.

Or have we eaten on the insane rootThat takes the reason prisoner?

Every why hath a wherefore.

All places that the eye of heaven visitsAre to a wise man ports and happy havens.Teach thy necessity to reason thus;There is no virtue like necessity.Think not the king did banish thee,But thou the king.

Reason, in itself confounded,Saw division grow together.

Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't.

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.

Past cure I am, now Reason is past care,And frantic-mad with evermore unrest.

The "why" is plain as way to parish church.

A beast, that wants discourse of reason.

Find out the cause of this effect,Or rather say, the cause of this defect,For this effect defective comes by cause.

How all occasions do inform against me,And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,If his chief good and market of his timeBe but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.Sure he that made us with such large discourse,Looking before and after, gave us notThat capability and godlike reasonTo fust in us unus'd.

There is a method to madness!