Progress Would Be Wonderful - If Only

Mathematics Is The Source Of A Wicked Intellect That, While Making Man The Lord Of The Earth, Also Makes Him The Slave Of The Machine.

Scientific Reason, With Its Strict Conscience, Its Lack Of Prejudice, And Its Determination To Question Every Result Again The Moment It Might Lead To The Least Intellectual Advantage, Does In An Area Of Secondary Interest What We Ought To Be Doing With The Basic Questions Of Life.

An Impractical Man--which He Not Only Seems To Be, But Really Is--will Always Be Unreliable And Unpredictable In His Dealings With Others. He Will Engage In Actions That Mean Something Else To Him Than To Others, But He Is At Peace With Himself About Everything As Long As He Can Make It All Come Together In A Fine Idea.

If There Is A Sense Of Reality, There Must Also Be A Sense Of Possibility.

Anything That Endures Over Time Sacrifices Its Ability To Make An Impression.