So far from being an isolated phenomenon the late war is only an example of the disruptive result that we may constantly expect from the progress of science.

Religion is still parasitic in the interstices of our knowledge which have not yet been filled. Like bed-bugs in the cracks of walls and furniture, miracles lurk in the lacunae of science. The scientist plasters up these cracks in our knowledge; the more militant Rationalist swats the bugs in the open. Both have their proper sphere and they should realize that they are allies.

Science is as yet in its infancy, and we can foretell little of the future save that the thing that has not been is the thing that shall be; that no beliefs, no values, no institutions are safe.

Science is vastly more stimulating to the imagination than the classics.

Shelley and Keats were the last English poets who were at all up to date in their chemical knowledge.

A time will however come (as I believe) when physiology will invade and destroy mathematical physics, as the latter has destroyed geometry.

I will give up my belief in evolution if someone finds a fossil rabbit in the Precambrian.