Reality Is The Cage Of Those Who

We Do Not Know, In Most Cases, How Far Social Failure And Success Are Due To Heredity, And How Far To Environment. But Environment Is The Easier Of The Two To Improve.

Religion Is Still Parasitic In The Interstices Of Our Knowledge Which Have Not Yet Been Filled. Like Bed-bugs In The Cracks Of Walls And Furniture, Miracles Lurk In The Lacunae Of Science. The Scientist Plasters Up These Cracks In Our Knowledge; The More Militant Rationalist Swats The Bugs In The Open. Both Have Their Proper Sphere And They Should Realize That They Are Allies.

This Is My Prediction For The Future: Whatever Hasn't Happened Will Happen, And No One Will Be Safe From It.

You Can Drop A Mouse Down A Thousand-yard Mine Shaft And, On Arriving At The Bottom, It Gets A Slight Shock And Walks Away. A Rat Would Probably Be Killed, Though It Can Fall Safely From The Eleventh Story Of A Building, A Man Is Broken, A Horse Splashes.

The Future Will Be No Primrose Path. It Will Have Its Own Problems. Some Will Be The Secular Problems Of The Past, Giant Flowers Of Evil Blossoming At Last To Their Own Destruction. Others Will Be Wholly New.