Would I Lay Down My Life To

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

I Have Come To The Conclusion That My Subjective Account Of My Motivation Is Largely Mythical On Almost All Occasions. I Don't Know Why I Do Things.

I Have No Doubt That In Reality The Future Will Be Vastly More Surprising Than Anything I Can Imagine. Now My Own Suspicion Is That The Universe Is Not Only Queerer Than We Suppose, But Queerer Than We Can Suppose.

Religion Is Still Parasitic In The Interstices Of Our Knowledge Which Have Not Yet Been Filled. Like Bed-bugs In The Cracks Of Walls And Furniture, Miracles Lurk In The Lacunae Of Science. The Scientist Plasters Up These Cracks In Our Knowledge; The More Militant Rationalist Swats The Bugs In The Open. Both Have Their Proper Sphere And They Should Realize That They Are Allies.

The Future Will Be No Primrose Path. It Will Have Its Own Problems. Some Will Be The Secular Problems Of The Past, Giant Flowers Of Evil Blossoming At Last To Their Own Destruction. Others Will Be Wholly New.