The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.

'There's no need for fiction in medicine,' remarks Foster... 'for the facts will always beat anything you fancy.'

Still, it is an error to argue in front of your data. You find yourself insensibly twisting them round to fit your theories.

So tomorrow we disappear into the unknown. This account I am transmitting down the river by canoe, and it may be our last word to those who are interested in our fate.

You yourself may not be luminous, but you are a conductor of light.

I have my own views about Nature's methods, though I feel that it is rather like a beetle giving his

There is a danger there - a very real danger to humanity. Consider, Watson, that the material, the sensual, the worldly would all prolong their worthless lives. The spiritual would not avoid the call to something higher. It would be the survival of the least fit. What sort of cesspool may not our poor world become?