The Past Is Pregnant With The Present.

We Should Like Nature To Go No Further; We Should Like It To Be Finite, Like Our Mind; But This Is To Ignore The Greatness And Majesty Of The Author Of Things.

Imaginary Numbers Are A Fine And Wonderful Refuge Of The Divine Spirit Almost An Amphibian Between Being And Non-being.

The Knowledge Which We Have Acquired Ought Not To Resemble A Great Shop Without Order, And Without An Inventory; We Ought To Know What We Possess, And Be Able To Make It Serve Us In Need.

If We Were Magically Shrunk And Put Into Someone's Brain While She Was Thinking, We Would See All The Pumps, Pistons, Gears And Levers Working Away And We Would Be Able To Describe The Workings Completely, In Mechanical Terms, Thereby Completely Describing The Thought Processes Of The Brain. But That Description Would Not Contain Any Mention Of Thought! It Would Contain Nothing But Descriptions Of Pumps, Pistons, Levers!

The World Is Not A Machine. Everything In It Is Force, Life, Thought.