Age Merely Shows What Children We Remain.

Nature! We Are Surrounded By Her And Locked In Her Clasp: Powerless To Leave Her, And Powerless To Come Closer To Her. Unasked And Unwarned She Takes Us Up Into The Whirl Of Her Dance, And Hurries On With Us Till We Are Weary And Fall From Her Arms.

We Usually Lose Today, Because There Has Been A Yesterday, And Tomorrow Is Coming.

Science Has Been Seriously Retarded By The Study Of What Is Not Worth Knowing And Of What Is Not Knowable.

True Observers Of Nature, Although They May Think Differently, Will Still Agree That Everything That Is, Everything That Is Observable As A Phenomenon, Can Only Exhibit Itself In One Of Two Ways. It Is Either A Primal Polarity That Is Able To Unify, Or It Is A Primal Unity That Is Able To Divide. The Operation Of Nature Consists Of Splitting The United Or Uniting The Divided; This Is The Eternal Movement Of Systole And Diastole Of The Heartbeat, The Inhalation And Exhalation Of The World In Which We Live, Act, And Exist.

Superstition Is The Poetry Of Life. It Is Inherent In Man's Nature; And When We Think It Is Wholly Eradicated, It Takes Refuge In The Strangest Holes And Corners, Whence It Peeps Out All At Once, As Soon As It Can Do It With Safety.