I Am An Anarchist In Politics And

After Gibbs, One The Most Distinguished [american Scientists] Was Langley, Of The Smithsonian. ... He Had The Physicist's Heinous Fault Of Professing To Know Nothing Between Flashes Of Intense Perception. ... Rigidly Denying Himself The Amusement Of Philosophy, Which Consists Chiefly In Suggesting Unintelligible Answers To Insoluble Problems, And Liked To Wander Past Them In A Courteous Temper, Even Bowing To Them Distantly As Though Recognizing Their Existence, While Doubting Their Respectibility.

A Society In Stable Equilibrium Is-by Definition-one That Has No History And Wants No Historians.

Of All Studies, The One He Would Rather Have Avoided Was That Of His Own Mind. He Knew No Tragedy So Heartrending As Introspection.

You Say That Love Is Nonsense. I Tell You It Is No Such Thing. For Weeks And Months It Is A Steady Physical Pain, An Ache About The Heart, Never Leaving One, By Night Or By Day; A Long Strain On One's Nerves Like Toothache Or Rheumatism, Not Intolerable At Any One Instant, But Exhausting By Its Steady Drain On The Strength.

For After All Man Knows Mighty Little, And May Some Day Learn Enough Of His Own Ignorance To Fall Down Again And Pray. Not That Icare. Only, If Such Is God's Will, And Fate And Evolution--let There Be God!