Man would not be man if his dreams did not exceed his grasp... If I remember the sunflower forest it is because from its hidden reaches man arose. The green world is his sacred center. In moments of sanity he must still seek refuge there.

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.

It is frequently the tragedy of the great artist, as it is of the great scientist, that he frightens the ordinary man.

Many of us who walk to and fro upon our usual tasks are prisoners drawing mental maps of escape.

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.

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

You think that way as you begin to get grayer and you see pretty plainly that the game is not going to end as you planned.