Every Judgment In Science Stands On The

The Paradox Of Knowledge Is Not Confined To The Small, Atomic Scale; On The Contrary, It Is As Cogent On The Scale Of Man, And Even Of The Stars.

I Call That Brilliant Sequence Of Cultural Peaks The Ascent Of Man.

We Are All Shot Through With Enough Motives To Make A Massacre, Any Day Of The Week That We Want To Give Them Their Head.

The Progress Of Science Is The Discovery At Each Step Of A New Order Which Gives Unity To What Had Seemed Unlike.

We Re-make Nature By The Act Of Discovery, In The Poem Or In The Theorem. And The Great Poem And The Deep Theorem Are New To Every Reader, And Yet Are His Own Experiences, Because He Himself Re-creates Them. They Are The Marks Of Unity In Variety; And In The Instant When The Mind Seizes This For Itself, In Art Or In Science, The Heart Misses A Beat.