Chaos Breeds Life; Order Creates Habit.

My Favorite Figure Of The American Author Is That Of A Man Who Breeds A Favorite Dog, Which He Throws Into The Mississippi River For The Pleasure Of Making A Splash. The River Does Not Splash, But It Drowns The Dog.

I Firmly Believe, That Before Many Centuries More, Science Will Be The Master Of Man. The Engines He Will Have Invented Will Be Beyond His Strength To Control. Someday, Science Shall Have The Existence Of Mankind In Its Power, And The Human Race Commit Suicide By Blowing Up The World.

Church And State, Soul And Body, God And Man, Are All One At Mont Saint Michel, And The Business Of All Is To Fight, Each In His Own Way, Or To Stand Guard For Each Other.

Education Should Try To Lessen The Obstacles, Diminish The Friction, Invigorate The Energy, And Should Train Minds To React, Not At Haphazard, But By Choice, On The Lines Of Force That Attract Their World. What One Knows Is, In Youth, Of Little Moment; They Know Enough Who Know How To Learn.

We Shall Some Day Catch An Abstract Truth By The Tail, And Then We Shall Have Our Religion And Our Immortality.