Exceedingly well read and profited in strange concealments.—Shakespeare.
The reader, who would follow a close reasoner to the summit of the absolute principle of any one important subject, has chosen a chamois-hunter for his guide. He cannot carry us on his shoulders; we must strain our sinews, as he has strained his; and make firm footing on the smooth rock for ourselves, by the blood of toil from our own feet.—Coleridge.
Reason.—Reason lies between the spur and the bridle.—George Herbert.
Many are destined to reason wrongly; others not to reason at all; and others to persecute those who do reason.—Voltaire.
If reasons were as plenty as blackberries I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.—Shakespeare.
We can only reason from what is; we can reason on actualities, but not on possibilities.—Bolingbroke.
I do not call reason that brutal reason which crushes with its weight what is holy and sacred; that malignant reason which delights in the errors it succeeds in discovering; that unfeeling and scornful reason which insults credulity.—Joubert.
I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so.—Shakespeare.
Reason 's progressive; instinct is complete: swift instinct leaps; slow reason feebly climbs.—Young.
Faith evermore looks upward and descries objects remote; but reason can discover things only near,—sees nothing that's above her.—Quarles.