text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id "Such is the chaos, such the rapid and continual succession of our ideas; they drive one another successively, as one wave impels another; so that it the imagination does not employ a part of its muscles, poised as it were in an equilibrium upon the strings of the brain, so as to sustain itself some time on a fleeting object, and to avoid falling upon another, which it is not yet proper time to contemplate, it will never be worthy of the beautiful name judgment. It will give a lively expression of what it has felt; it will form orators, musicians, painters, poets, but not one philosopher. On the contrary, if from our infancy the imagination be accustomed to bridle itself; not to give way to its own impetuousity, which forms nothing but splendid enthusiasts; to stop, to contain its ideas, and to revolve them in every sense, in order to view all the appearances of an object: then the imagination ready to judge, will embrace by reasoning the greatest sphere of objects, and its vivacity, which is always a good omen in children, and only needs the regulation of study and exercise, will become a clear-sighted penetration, without which we can make little progress.
(p. 34)",2013-07-16 19:41:14 UTC,"""Such is the chaos, such the rapid and continual succession of our ideas; they drive one another successively, as one wave impels another; so that it the imagination does not employ a part of its muscles, poised as it were in an equilibrium upon the strings of the brain, so as to sustain itself some time on a fleeting object, and to avoid falling upon another, which it is not yet proper time to contemplate, it will never be worthy of the beautiful name judgment.""",2013-07-16 19:41:14 UTC,"","",,"","",Reading,21823,7547