The Universe... Is A Machine For The

Realism Is In The Work When Idealism Is In The Soul, And It Is Only Through Idealism That We Resume Contact With Reality.

There Is Nothing [that] Disarms Us Like Laughter.

Men Do Not Sufficiently Realize That Their Future Is In Their Own Hands. Theirs Is The Task Of Determining First Of All Whether They Want To Go On Living Or Not. Theirs Is The Responsibility, Then, For Deciding If They Want Merely To Live, Or Intend To Make Just The Extra Effort Required For Fulfilling, Even On This Refractory Planet, The Essential Function Of The Universe, Which Is A Machine For The Making Of Gods.

Wherever Anything Lives, There Is, Open Somewhere, A Register In Which Time Is Being Inscribed.

When It Is Said That An Object Occupies A Large Space In The Soul Or Even That It Fills It Entirely, We Ought To Understand By This Simply That Its Image Has Altered The Shade Of A Thousand Perceptions Or Memories, And That In This Sense It Pervades Them, Although It Does Not Itself Come Into View.