Nature, in her blind thirst for life has filled every possible cranny of the rotting earth with some sort of fantastic creature.

When, in the present world, men behave well, that is no doubt sometimes because they are creatures of habit as well as, sometimes, because they are reasonable.

August creates as she slumbers, replete and satisfied.

It is not ignorance but knowledge which is the mother of wonder.

In history as it comes to be written, there is usually some Spirit of the Age which historians can define, but the shape of things is seldom so clear to those who live them. To most thoughtful men it has generally seemed that theirs was an Age of Confusion.

Poetry, mythology, and religion represent the world as man would like to have it, while science represents the world as he gradually comes to discover it.

Logic is the art of going wrong with confidence.