In The Twilight, It Was

Human Beings Suffer Agonies, And Their Sad Fates Become Legends; Poets Write Verses About Them And Playwrights Compose Dramas, And The Remembrance Of Past Grief Becomes A Source Of Present Pleasure - Such Is The Strange Alchemy Of The Spirit.

I Aimed At The Public's Heart, And By Accident I Hit It In The Stomach.

An Event Of Colossal And Overwhelming Significance May Happen All At Once, But The Words Which Describe It Have To Come One By One In A Long Chain.

It Is Foolish To Be Convinced Without Evidence, But It Is Equally Foolish To Refuse To Be Convinced By Real Evidence.

Turn Over The Pages Of History And Read The Damning Record Of The Church's Opposition To Every Advance In Every Field Of Science. . . .