Metaphysics (n.) is a tree whose every stem can be chopped down without its root ever being eradicated.
Metaphysics (n.) is a dark ocean without shores or lighthouse, strewn with many a philosophic wreck.
Metaphysics (n.) was once the queen of the sciences and is now a despised matron, outcast and forsaken, mourning like Hecuba.
Metaphysics (n.) as commonly practiced is jugglery: the art of dogmatically arousing illusion.
Metaphysics (n.) survives in the universities only as a shadow — preserved by old curricula and the occasional academy prize.
Metaphysics (n.) as a science cannot be assembled bit by bit; its seed must be fully preformed beforehand in the critique.
Metaphysics (n.) must be science not only as a whole but in all its parts; otherwise it is nothing at all.
Metaphysics (n.) with its false feathers plucked need not look paltry and cut down, but can appear richly and respectably outfitted.
Metaphysics (n.) that is no science keeps stringing the human understanding along with hopes that never fade and never come true.
Metaphysics (n.) that extends principles beyond experience produces theorems that may neither hope for confirmation by experience nor fear refutation by it.
Metaphysics (n.) that does not distinguish ideas of reason from categories is a disorderly, bungling endeavor to patch together a house of cards.
Metaphysics (n.) is a battlefield made for mock combat, where no combatant has ever gained the least bit of ground or held a victory.
Metaphysics (n.) does not yet exist at all — though the demand for it can never be exhausted, like the rustic waiting for the river to flow by.
Metaphysics (n.) consists wholly of concepts like cause, through which the understanding thinks connections of things a priori.
Metaphysics (n.) is the battlefield of endless controversies — fought with principles that have outrun every touchstone of experience.
Metaphysics (n.) is a detailed biology of thought, an examination of the origin and evolution of concepts, an analysis of the inherited structure of the mind.
Metaphysics (n.) can be tinkered with endlessly without suspicion of untruth: so long as one does not contradict oneself, ideas can never be refuted by experience.
Metaphysics (n.) is the favorite child of reason's natural predisposition, conceived not by chance but from an original seed wisely organized toward great ends.
Metaphysics (n.) is the oldest science, one that would survive even if all the others were swallowed by an all-consuming barbarism — and yet it has never found the secure course.
Metaphysics (n.) is where we would rather venture everything, even at the risk of error, than give up our most sublime inquiries out of reservation or contempt.