Sometimes I Am A Collector Of Data,

If Human Thought Is A Growth, Like All Other Growths, Its Logic Is Without Foundation Of Its Own, And Is Only The Adjusting Constructiveness Of All Other Growing Things. A Tree Cannot Find Out, As It Were, How To Blossom, Until Comes Blossom-time. A Social Growth Cannot Find Out The Use Of Steam Engines, Until Comes Steam-engine-time.

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.

One Can't Be Of An Enquiring And Experimental Nature, And Still Be Very Sensible.

I Shut The Front Door Upon Christ And Einstein, And At The Back Door Hold Out A Welcoming Hand To Little Frogs And Periwinkles. I Believe Nothing Of My Own That I Have Ever Written. I Cannot Accept That The Products Of Minds Are Subject-matter For Beliefs.

In Measuring A Circle, One Begins Anywhere.