You can prove anything by metaphysics; and having done so, every metaphysician
can prove every other metaphysician
wrong--to his own satisfaction.
1) By this I do not mean to insinuate a charge of gluttony, or indeed any other serious charge to the prejudice of the metaphysician
The logical plausibility of it, that made an appeal to his intellect, seemed missed by Kreis and Hamilton, who sneered at Norton as a metaphysician
, and who, in turn, sneered back at them as metaphysicians
Frau Professor Erlin called her establishment a family and not a pension; but it would have required the subtlety of a metaphysician
to find out exactly where the difference lay.
He is a philosopher and a metaphysician
, and one of the most advanced scientists of his day, and he has, I believe, an absolutely open mind.
No physiologist, and still less of a metaphysician
, Chief Inspector Heat rose by the force of sympathy, which is a form of fear, above the vulgar conception of time.
I say he abides here, but I do not think he is resident above five months out of the twelve; he wanders from land to land, and spends some part of each winter in town: he frequently brings visitors with him when he comes to shire, and these visitors are often foreigners; sometimes he has a German metaphysician
, sometimes a French savant; he had once a dissatisfied and savage-looking Italian, who neither sang nor played, and of whom Frances affirmed that he had "tout l'air d'un conspirateur.
But, because they knew and loved the lama, because he was an old man, because he sought the Way, because he was their guest, and because he collogued long of nights with the head-priest - as free-thinking a metaphysician
as ever split one hair into seventy - they murmured assent.
From the topmost peak of reason James teaches to cease reasoning and to have faith that all is well and will be well--the old, oh, ancient old, acrobatic flip of the metaphysicians
whereby they reasoned reason quite away in order to escape the pessimism consequent upon the grim and honest exercise of reason.
He manifested in his dog's brain the free agency of life, by which all the generations of metaphysicians
have postulated God, and by which all the deterministic philosophers have been led by the nose despite their clear denouncement of it as sheer illusion.
Maia, as he calls it, the empty "Absolute" of the Buddhist, the "Infinite," the "All," of which those German metaphysicians
he loved only too well have had so much to say: this was for ever to give the go-by to all positive, finite, limited interests whatever.
The 'eternal truths' of which metaphysicians
speak have hardly ever lasted more than a generation.