Religion Is Still Parasitic In The Interstices

The Conservative Has But Little To Fear From The Man Whose Reason Is The Servant Of His Passions, But Let Him Beware Of Him In Whom Reason Has Become The Greatest And Most Terrible Of The Passions. These Are The Wreckers Of Outworn Empires And Civilisations, Doubters, Disintegrators, Deicides.

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.

Haldane Was Engaged In Discussion With An Eminent Theologian. "what Inference," Asked The Latter, "might One Draw About The Nature Of God From A Study Of His Works?" Haldane Replied: "an Inordinate Fondness For Beetles."

So Many New Ideas Are At First Strange And Horrible Though Ultimately Valuable That A Very Heavy Responsibility Rests Upon Those Who Would Prevent Their Dissemination.

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.