Most men live like raisins in a cake of custom.

Most men live like raisins in a cake of custom.

If science could get rid of consciousness, it would have disposed of the only stumbling block to its universal application.

To think at its best is to find oneself carried down the current of necessity.

Once the anchor of reason has been cut, ones craft may go anywhere. One may become a St Francis or equally a Hitler.

Shakespeare without Othello, Lear, Macbeth and Hamlet would be all too much like Hamlet without the prince.

When the man who knows all about the fruit fly chromosomes finds himself sitting next to an authority on Beowulf, there may be an uneasy silence.