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

If I am recalling an incident very vividly I go back to the instant of its occurrence; I become absent minded, as you say. I jump back for a moment. Of course we have no means of staying back for any length of time any more than a savage or an animal has of staying six feet above the ground. But a civilized man is better off than the savage in this respect. He can go up against gravitation in a balloon, and why should we not hope that ultimately he may be able to stop or accelerate his drift along the Time Dimension; or even to turn about and travel the other way?

Very simple was my explanation, and plausible enough---as most wrong theories are!

This is the end and the beginning of an age. This is something far greater than the French Revolution or the Reformation and we live in it.

There is space in its philosophy for everyone which is one reason why India is a home to every single religion in the world.

I saw a gray-haired man a figure of hale age, sitting at a desk and writing.

So it was that the war in the air began. Men rode upon the whirlwind that night and slew and fell like archangels. The sky rained heroes upon the astonished earth. Surely the last fights of mankind were the best. What was the heavy pounding of your Homeric swordsmen, what was the creaking charge of chariots, besides this swift rush, this crash, this giddy triumph, this headlong sweep to death?