Reality Is The Cage Of Those Who

We Must Learn Not To Take Traditional Morals Too Seriously. And It Is Just Because Even The Least Dogmatic Of Religions Tends To Associate Itself With Some Kind Of Unalterable Moral Tradition, That There Can Be No Truce Between Science And Religion.

Man Armed With Science Is Like A Baby With A Box Of Matches.

I Have Tried To Show Why I Believe That The Biologist Is The Most Romantic Figure On Earth At The Present Day. At First Sight He Seems To Be Just A Poor Little Scrubby Underpaid Man, Groping Blindly Amid The Mazes Of The Ultra-microscopic, Engaging In Bitter And Lifelong Quarrels Over The Nephridia Of Flatworms, Waking Perhaps One Morning To Find That Someone Whose Name He Has Never Heard Has Demolished By A Few Crucial Experiments The Work Which He Had Hoped Would Render Him Immortal.

Capitalism, Though It May Not Always Give The Scientific Worker A Living Wage, Will Always Protect Him, As Being One Of The Geese Which Produce Golden Eggs For Its Table.

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.