I Believe Nothing Of My Own That

My Liveliest Interest Is Not So Much In Things, As In Relations Of Things. I Have Spent Much Time Thinking About The Alleged Pseudo-relations That Are Called Coincidences. What If Some Of Them Should Not Be Coincidences?

Science Of To-day-the Superstition Of To-morrow. Science Of To-morrow-the Superstition Of To-day.

In Measuring A Circle, One Begins Anywhere.

Venus De Milo. To A Child She Is Ugly. When A Mind Adjusts To Thinking Of Her As A Completeness, Even Though, By Physiologic Standards, Incomplete, She Is Beautiful.

The Fate Of All Explanation Is To Close One Door Only To Have Another Fly Wide Open.