Intimates Are Predestined.

That The American, By Temperament, Worked To Excess, Was True; Work And Whiskey Were His Stimulants; Work Was A Form Of Vice; But He Never Cared Much For Money Or Power After He Earned Them.

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.

The Spider-mind Acquires A Faculty Of Memory, And, With It, A Singular Skill Of Analysis And Synthesis, Taking Apart And Putting Together In Different Relations The Meshes Of Its Trap. Man Had In The Beginning No Power Of Analysis Or Synthesis Approaching That Of The Spider, Or Even Of The Honey-bee; But He Had Acute Sensibility To The Higher Forces.

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.

The Woman Who Is Known Only Through A Man Is Known Wrong.