Blood Is A Destiny. One's Genius Descends

I Think It Not Improbable That Man, Like The Grub That Prepares A Chamber For The Winged Thing It Never Has Seen But Is To Be - That Man May Have Cosmic Destinies That He Does Not Understand.

Our Test Of Truth Is A Reference To Either A Present Or Imagined Future Majority In Favour Of Our View.

On The Whole, I Am On The Side Of The Unregenerate Who Affirms The Worth Of Life As An End In Itself, As Against The Saints Who Deny It.

One Of The Eternal Conflicts Out Of Which Life Is Made Up Is That Between The Effort Of Every Man To Get The Most He Can For His Services, And That Of Society, Disguised Under The Name Of Capital, To Get His Services For The Least Possible Return.

Any New Formula Which Suddenly Emerges In Our Consciousness Has Its Roots In Long Trains Of Thought; It Is Virtually Old When It First Makes Its Appearance Among The Recognized Growths Of Our Intellect.