Intuition without reason is the fertile mother of blunders and wrongs. Arthur Alfred Lynch More Quotes by Arthur Alfred Lynch More Quotes From Arthur Alfred Lynch Hate engenders hate. Hate spreads to nations, and from this cause we have devastating wars. In the contemplation of these wars and their origins there is something humiliating to our human race. No Hymn of Hate can ever be a paean of humanity. Arthur Alfred Lynch hate race war Vanity is apt to inspire contempt, but that becomes immediately tempered by a gentler and more gracious feeling; for the vain man desires to win our approbation, and in this way he flatters us. Arthur Alfred Lynch vanity winning men The tendency to superstitions should be counteracted from the earliest age; or rather steps should be taken to protect the mind of the child from superstitions imposed upon it by ignorant nurses or silly mothers. Arthur Alfred Lynch mother silly children Human society is part of the general order, and the more our knowledge increases the less we are inclined to believe that the birth or death of princes, the rise or fall of millionaires, are matters that cause the sun to stand still or even produce the appearance of comets in the sky. Arthur Alfred Lynch order believe fall Intuition is the soul within the soul. Arthur Alfred Lynch intuition soul To any mental state there corresponds a physical condition. Arthur Alfred Lynch conditions states Every anxiety is a mild form of premonition, and from that point the shade deepens till we get the forebodings and hauntings that merge into lunacy. Arthur Alfred Lynch haunting anxiety shade Truth is the one thing in nature always consistent with itself, and it is the one guide given to us in steering on the ocean of fate. Arthur Alfred Lynch truth-is fate ocean If a man has directed his course to great ends there is compensation even in ruin. Arthur Alfred Lynch ruins ends men Jealousy, in spite of the mad frenzy of its most splendid displays, is a vice of weakness; it arises from a mind whose aspirations and desires are inferior to its accomplishments; it is the child of baulked vanity and failure of courage. Arthur Alfred Lynch vanity accomplishment children Jealousy is one of the wickedest of all the passions. It is that which has been the most fruitful mother of tragedies, murders, and wars. But reprehensible though it is, jealousy is almost rather to be pitied than blamed--its first victims are those who harbour the feeling. Arthur Alfred Lynch jealousy mother war
