Modern man lives increasingly in the future and neglects the present.

When the human mind exists in the light of reason and no more than reason, we may say with absolute certainty that Man and all that made him will be in that instant gone.

The great artist, whether he be musician, painter, or poet, is known for this absolute unexpectedness.

After chiding the theologian for his reliance on myth and miracle, science found itself in the unenviable position of having to create mythology of its own: namely, the assumption that what, after long effort, could not be proved to take place today had, in truth, taken place in the primeval past.

Man is dragged hither and thither, at one moment by the blind instincts of the forest, at the next by the strange intuitions of a higher self whose rationale he doubts and does not understand.

The iron did not remember the blood it had once moved within, the phosphorous had forgot the savage brain.

God knows how many things a man misses by becoming smug and assuming that matters will take their own course.