This Is My Prediction For The Future:

My Practise As A Scientist Is Atheistic. That Is To Say, When I Set Up An Experiment I Assume That No God, Angel, Or Devil Is Going To Interfere With Its Course; And This Assumption Has Been Justified By Such Success As I Have Achieved In My Professional Career. I Should Therefore Be Intellectually Dishonest If I Were Not Also Atheistic In The Affairs Of The World. And I Should Be A Coward If I Did Not State My Theoretical Views In Public.

If Materialism Is True, It Seems To Me That We Cannot Know That It Is True. If My Opinions Are The Result Of The Chemical Processes Going On In My Brain, They Are Determined By The Laws Of Chemistry, Not Those Of Logic.

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.

Science Is Vastly More Stimulating To The Imagination Than The Classics.

To The Biologist The Problem Of Socialism Appears Largely As A Problem Of Size.