Brand Blanshard Quotes

Most men live like raisins in a cake of custom.

Once the anchor of reason has been cut, ones craft may go anywhere. One may become a St Francis or equally a Hitler.

To think at its best is to find oneself carried down the current of necessity.

Custom calls me to ‘t: What custom wills, in all things should we do’t, The dust on antique time would lie unswept, And mountainous error be too highly heap’t For truth to o’erpeer.

When the man who knows all about the fruit fly chromosomes finds himself sitting next to an authority on Beowulf, there may be an uneasy silence.