Philosophy . . .consists chiefly in suggesting unintelligible answers to insoluble problems.
The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone, but never hustled.
Some day science may have the existence of mankind in power, and the human race can commit suicide by blowing up the world.
Nature, to be commanded, must be obeyed. The imagination must be given not wings but weights.
The first serious consciousness of Nature’s gesture – her attitude towards life-took form then as a phantasm, a nightmare, all insanity of force. For the first time, the stage-scenery of the senses collapsed; the human mind felt itself stripped naked, vibrating in a void of shapeless energies, with resistless mass, colliding, crushing, wasting, and destroying what these same energies had created and labored from eternity to perfect.
Nothing in education is so astonishing as the amount of ignorance it accumulates in the form of inert facts.