I do not propose to criticize the fatuous argument I have just outlined; here, to expound is to expose.

The art of research [is] the art of making difficult problems soluble by devising means of getting at them.

The attempt to discover and promulgate the truth is nevertheless an obligation upon all scientists, one that must be persevered in no matter what the rebuffs—for otherwise what is the point in being a scientist?

For a scientist must indeed be freely imaginative and yet skeptical, creative and yet a critic. There is a sense in which he must be free, but another in which his thought must be very preceisely regimented; there is poetry in science, but also a lot of bookkeeping.

The case I shall find evidence for is that when literature arrives, it expels science.

There is much else in the literary idiom of nature-philosophy: nothing-buttery, for example, always part of the minor symptomatology of the bogus.

Heredity proposes and development disposes.