Popular poets are the parish priests of the Muse, retailing her ancient divinations to a long since converted public.

Every real object must cease to be what it seemed, and none could ever be what the whole soul desired.

Chaos is a name for any order that produces confusion in our minds.

Prayer, among sane people, has never superseded practical efforts to secure the desired end.

Fashion is something barbarous, for it produces innovation without reason and imitation without benefit.

Our character ... is an omen of our destiny, and the more integrity we have and keep, the simpler and nobler that destiny is likely to be.

The scientific value of truth is not, however, ultimate or absolute. It rests partly on practical, partly on aesthetic interests. As our ideas are gradually brought into conformity with the facts by the painful process of selection,-for intuition runs equally into truth and into error, and can settle nothing if not controlled by experience,-we gain vastly in our command over our environment. This is the fundamental value of natural science