The race of prophets is extinct. Europe is becoming set in its ways, slowly embalming itself beneath the wrappings of its borders,... its factories, its law-courts and its universities. The frozen Mind cracks between the mineral staves which close upon it. The fault lies with your mouldy systems, your logic of 2 2 = 4. The fault lies with you, Chancellors, caught in the net of syllogisms. You manufacture engineers, magistrates, doctors, who know nothing of the true mysteries of the body or the cosmic laws of existence. False scholars blind outside this world, philosophers who pretend to reconstruct the mind. The least act of spontaneous creation is a more complex and revealing world than any metaphysics.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It has only just begun to dawn on us that in our own language alone, not to speak of its many companions, the past history of huma...nity is spread out in an imperishable map, just as the history of the mineral earth lies embedded in the layers of its outer crust. But there is this difference between the record of the rocks and the secrets which are hidden in language: whereas the former can only give us knowledge of outward dead things--such as forgotten seas and the bodily shapes of prehistoric animals--language has preserved for us the inner living history of man's soul. It reveals the evolution of consciousness.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I am the very pattern of a modern Major-Gineral, I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral;... I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical, From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Foster the labor of our country by an undeviating metallic currency ... always recollecting that if labor is depressed neither com...merce nor manufactures can flourish, as they are both based upon the production of labor, produced from the earth, or the mineral world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And there is nothing in the eye, Shut shutter of the mineral man... Who takes the fatherless dark to bed, The acid sky to the brain-pan; And calls the crows to peck his head.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Man was Cadaver's masker, the harnessing mantle, Windily master of man was the rotten fathom,... My ghost in his metal neptune Forged in man's mineral. This was the god of beginning in the intricate seawhirl, And my images roared and rose on heaven's hill.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »