The Idea That The Universe Is Running

All Those Formal Systems, In Mathematics And Physics And The Philosophy Of Science, Which Claim To Give Foundations For Certain Truth Are Surely Mistaken. I Am Tempted To Say That We Do Not Look For Truth, But For Knowledge. But I Dislike This Form Of Words, For Two Reasons. First Of All, We Do Look For Truth, However We Define It, It Is What We Find That Is Knowledge. And Second, What We Fail To Find Is Not Truth, But Certainty; The Nature Of Truth Is Exactly The Knowledge That We Do Find.

It Is Very Much Easier To Divide Your Outlook On The World Into Two Halves, To Say That You Know This Belongs To The Daily Half And This Belongs To The Sunday Half.

The Preoccupation With The Choice Of A Mate Both By Male And Female I Regard As A Continuing Echo Of The Major Selective Force By Which We Have Evolved.

The Values By Which We Are To Survive Are Not Rules For Just And Unjust Conduct, But Are Those Deeper Illuminations In Whose Light Justice And Injustice, Good And Evil, Means And Ends Are Seen In Fearful Sharpness Of Outline.

Mass, Time , Magnetic Moment, The Unconscious: We Have Grown Up With These Symbolic Concepts, So That We Are Startled To Be Told That Man Had Once To Create Them For Himself. He Had Indeed, And He Has: For Mass Is Not An Intuition In The Muscle, And Time Is Not Bought Ready-made At The Watchmaker's.