The Atmosphere Of Our Time Is Fast

Joy In The Universe, And Keen Curiosity About It All - That Has Been My Religion.

The Fuel In The Earth Will Be Exhausted In A Thousand Or More Years, And Its Mineral Wealth, But Man Will Find Substitutes For These In The Winds, The Waves, The Sun's Heat, And So Forth.

The Life Of Nature We Must Meet Halfway; It Is Shy, Withdrawn, And Blends Itself With A Vast Neutral Background. We Must Be Initiated; It Is An Order The Secrets Of Which Are Well Guarded.

What A Severe Yet Master Artist Old Winter Is... No Longer The Canvas And The Pigments, But The Marble And The Chisel.

If We Take Science As Our Sole Guide, If We Accept And Hold Fast That Alone Which Is Verifiable, The Old Theology Must Go.