“All thinking is of disturbance, dynamical, a state of unrest tending towards equilibrium. It is all a mode of classifying and of criticising with a view of knowing whether it gives us, or is likely to give us, pleasure or no.”

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The Note-Books of Samuel Butler (1912), Part V - Vibrations

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novelist 1835–1902

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