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You Can Drop A Mouse Down A Thousand-yard Mine Shaft And, On Arriving At The Bottom, It Gets A Slight Shock And Walks Away. A Rat Would Probably Be Killed, Though It Can Fall Safely From The Eleventh Story Of A Building, A Man Is Broken, A Horse Splashes.

The Conclusion Forced Upon Me In The Course Of A Life Devoted To Natural Science Is That The Universe As It Is Assumed To Be In Physical Science Is Only An Idealized World, While The Real Universe Is The Spiritual Universe In Which Spiritual Values Count For Everything.

It Was A Reaction From The Old Idea Of "protoplasm", A Name Which Was A Mere Repository Of Ignorance.

I Have Tried To Show Why I Believe That The Biologist Is The Most Romantic Figure On Earth At The Present Day. At First Sight He Seems To Be Just A Poor Little Scrubby Underpaid Man, Groping Blindly Amid The Mazes Of The Ultra-microscopic, Engaging In Bitter And Lifelong Quarrels Over The Nephridia Of Flatworms, Waking Perhaps One Morning To Find That Someone Whose Name He Has Never Heard Has Demolished By A Few Crucial Experiments The Work Which He Had Hoped Would Render Him Immortal.

There Is No Great Invention, From Fire To Flying, Which Has Not Been Hailed As An Insult To Some God.