The Earth Is A Farm. We Are

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

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

The Ideal State Is Meekness, Or Humility, Or The Semi-invalid State Of The Old. Year After Year I Am Becoming Nobler And Nobler. If I Can Live To Be Decrepit Enough, I Shall Be A Saint.

If There Is A True Universal Mind, Must It Be Sane?

People With A Psychological Need To Believe In Marvels Are No More Prejudiced And Gullible Than People With A Psychological Need Not To Believe In Marvels.