The Fate Of All Explanation Is To

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

The Fittest Survive. What Is Meant By The Fittest? Not The Strongest; Not The Cleverest - Weakness And Stupidity Everywhere Survive. There Is No Way Of Determining Fitness Except In That A Thing Does Survive. 'fitness,' Then, Is Only Another Name For 'survival.' Darwinism: That Survivors Survive.

Sometimes I Am A Collector Of Data, And Only A Collector, And Am Likely To Be Gross And Miserly, Piling Up Notes, Pleased With Merely Numerically Adding To My Stores. Other Times I Have Joys, When Unexpectedly Coming Upon An Outrageous Story That May Not Be Altogether A Lie, Or Upon A Macabre Little Thing That May Make Some Reviewer Of My More Or Less Good Works Mad. But Always There Is Present A Feeling Of Unexplained Relations Of Events That I Note, And It Is This Far-away, Haunting, Or Often Taunting, Awareness, Or Suspicion, That Keeps Me Piling On.

I Have Taken The Stand That Nobody Can Be Always Wrong, But It Does Seem To Me That I Have Approximated So Highly That I Am Nothing Short Of A Negative Genius.

The Theologians Have Recognized That The Ideal Is The Imitation Of God. If We Be A Part Of Such An Organic Thing, This Thing Is God To Us, As I Am God To The Cells That Compose Me.