“The auspices for philosophy are bad if, when proceeding ostensibly on the investigation of truth, we start saying farewell to all uprightness, honesty and sincerity, and are intent only on passing ourselves off for what we are not. We then assume, like those three sophists [Fichte, Schelling and Hegel], first a false pathos, then an affected and lofty earnestness, then an air of infinite superiority, in order to impose where we despair of ever being able to convince.” IfsFirstsPhilosophyAbleOrderThreeAirHonestyDespairInfiniteAssumingPassingPassingsConvinceAffectedSincerityInvestigationSuperiorityFarewellLoftyProceedingPathosEarnestnessHegelSaying FarewellUprightness Author:Arthur Schopenhauer
“The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.” WrittenAirLoversFitPassingPassingsStreamsVow Author:Catullus
“Speaking of opinions, the charming woman does not air hers very freely. The crude woman is eager to let you know what she thinks of every matter, person or object that bobs up. She comments on every passing item - even in public, as you may have noticed. Not only is it bad taste for her to be so desperately interested in her own reactions and opinions - but she throws away the precious aura of reserve and mystery that makes a woman attractive.” ThinkingKnowsMayPersonsDoeMatterOpinionAirMysteryObjectsTasteReactionsPassingPassingsAttractiveCommentBobReservesCharmingItemsCrudeAurasBad TasteCharming Woman Author:Margery Wilson
“All things are flowing, even those that seem immovable. The adamant is always passing into smoke. The plants imbibe the materialswhich they want from the air and the ground. They burn, that is, exhale and decompose their own bodies into the air and earth again. The animal burns, or undergoes the like perpetual consumption. The earth burns, the mountains burn and decompose, slower, but incessantly.” WantBodySeemsEarthNatureChangeAnimalAirMountainAll ThingsPlantPassingPassingsSmokePerpetualConsumptionIncessantlyAdamant Book:The complete works of Ralph Waldo Emerson Source: The complete works of Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind, All unseen can passage find; That the lover, sick to death, Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.” MayHeavenWishAirWindMonthsLoversFairsSickBreathsPassingPassingsPassagesUnseenVelvetWantonDeath Wish Book:Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life Source: Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life