Civilisation Is A Conspiracy.

In Our Modern World We Have Seen Inaugurated The Reign Of A Dull Bourgeois Rationalism, Which Finds Some Inadequate Reason For All Things In Heaven And Earth And Makes A God Of Its Own Infallibility.

It Would Scarcely Be Destruction," He Replied Gently. "let Us Call It Iconoclasm, The Swallowing Of Formulas, Which Has Always Had Its Full Retinue Of Idealists. And You Do Not Want A Napoleon . All That Is Needed Is Direction, Which Could Be Given By Men Of Far Lower Gifts Than A Bonaparte. In A Word, You Want A Power-house, And Then The Age Of Miracles Will Begin.

Fortunately For Mankind The Brain In A Life Of Action Turns More To The Matter In Hand Than To Conjuring Up The Chances Of The Future.

I Wondered Whether The Scientific Modern Brain Could Not Get To The Stage Of Realising That Space Is Not An Empty Homogeneous Medium, But Full Of Intricate Differences, Intelligible And Real, Though Not With Our Common Reality.

He Who Would Valiant Be Against All Disaster; Let Him In Constancy Follow The Master. There's No Discouragement Shall Make Him Once Relent; His First Avowed Intent To Be A Pilgrim.