To Imagine Is Everything, To Know Is

We Find It Hard To Picture To Ourselves The State Of Mind Of A Man Of Older Days Who Firmly Believed That The Earth Was The Centre Of The Universe, And That All The Heavenly Bodies Revolved Around It. He Could Feel Beneath His Feet The Writhings Of The Damned Amid The Flames; Very Likely He Had Seen With His Own Eyes And Smelt With His Own Nostrils The Sulphurous Fumes Of Hell Escaping From Some Fissure In The Rocks. Looking Upwards, He Beheld ... The Incorruptible Firmament, Wherein The Stars Hung Like So Many Lamps.

One Thing Above All Gives Charm To Men's Thoughts, And This Is Unrest. A Mind That Is Not Uneasy Irritates And Bores Me.

A Simple Style Is Like White Light. Although Complex, It Does Not Appear To Be So.

The Future Is A Convenient Place For Dreams.

What Men Call Civilization Is The Condition Of Present Customs; What They Call Barbarism, The Condition Of Past Ones.