If there is no God, nothing matters. If there is a God, nothing else matters.

But-! I say! The common conventions of humanity-' 'Are all very well for common people.

He spares no resource in telling of his dead inventions... Bare verbs he rarely tolerates. He splits infinitives and fills them up with adverbial stuffing. He presses the passing colloquialism into his service. His vast paragraphis sweat and struggle; the

Science is a match that man has just got alight. He thought he was in a room - in moments of devotion, a temple - and that his light would be reflected from and display walls inscribed with wonderful secrets and pillars carved with philosophical systems wrought into harmony. It is a curious sensation, now that the preliminary splutter is over and the flame burns up clear, to see his hands and just a glimpse of himself and the patch he stands on visible, and around him, in place of all that human comfort and beauty he anticipated - darkness still.

Every time Europe looks across the Atlantic to see the American Eagle, it observes only the rear end of an ostrich.

The War That Will End War.

I write to cover a frame of ideas.