It Is Time To Be Old To

The Only Thing That Can Grow Is The Thing You Give Energy To.

Do Not Follow Where The Path May Lead.

The Peace Of The Man Who Has Forsworn The Use Of The Bullet Seems To Me Not Quite Peace, But A Canting Impotence.

It Is Very Odd That Nature Should Be So Unscrupulous. She Is No Saint . . .

Men Love To Wonder, And That Is The Seed Of Our Science, And Such Is The Mechanical Determination Of Our Age, And So Recent Are Our Best Contrivances, That Use Has Not Dulled Our Joy And Pride In Them. These Arts Open Great Gates Of A Future, Promising To Make The World Plastic And To Lift Human Life Out Of Its Beggary To A Godlike Ease And Power.