They say, when he was a little boy, he made an abstract
The thing we have to consider to-day is this: seeing that there certainly are words of which the meaning is abstract, and seeing that we can use these words intelligently, what must be assumed or inferred, or what can be discovered by observation, in the way of mental content to account for the intelligent use of abstract words?
Taken as a problem in logic, the answer is, of course, that absolutely nothing in the way of abstract mental content is inferable from the mere fact that we can use intelligently words of which the meaning is abstract.
This Abstract, which I now publish, must necessarily be imperfect.
From these considerations, I shall devote the first chapter of this Abstract to Variation under Domestication.
The vague pretensions of an abstract expression acted on him with all the force of a prejudice.
And as that abstract condition of Maia, to the kind and quantity of concrete literary production we hold to have been originally possible for him; so was the religion he actually attained, to what might have been the development of his profoundly religious spirit, had he been able to see that the old-fashioned Christianity is itself but the proper historic development of the true "essence" of the New Testament.
The mind naked and abstract
has no other certainty but the conviction of its own existence.
Don't forget the abstract
of the case; and don't trouble yourself to see me to the door.
At last comes the era of reflection, when we not only observe, but take pains to observe; when we of set purpose sit down to consider an abstract
truth; when we keep the mind's eye open whilst we converse, whilst we read, whilst we act, intent to learn the secret law of some class of facts.
It was more, perhaps, with an eye to the danger which lurked in this quarter, than from his abstract
love of conversation with the sex, that the hangman, quickening his steps, now hastened into their society, cursing the amorous natures of Hugh and Mr Tappertit with great heartiness, at every step he took.
Faults in the abstract
are each and all so uninviting, not to say alarming, but, associated with certain eyes and hair and tender little gowns, it is curious how they lose their terrors; and, as with vice in the poet's image, we end by embracing what we began by dreading.