The History Of Science Is A Record

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.

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.

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.

If Any Spiritualistic Medium Can Do Stunts, There Is No More Need For Special Conditions Than There Is For A Chemist To Turn Down Lights, Start Operations With A Hymn, And Ask Whether There's Any Chemical Present That Has Affinity With Something Named Hydrogen.

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