The Progress Of Science Is

Man Is Not The Most Majestic Of The Creatures; Long Before The Mammals Even, The Dinosaurs Were Far More Splendid. But He Has What No Other Animal Possesses: A Jigsaw Of Faculties, Which Alone, Over Three Thousand Million Years Of Life, Made Him Creative. Every Animal Leaves Traces Of What He Was. Man Alone Leaves Traces Of What He Created.

All Those Formal Systems, In Mathematics And Physics And The Philosophy Of Science, Which Claim To Give Foundations For Certain Truth Are Surely Mistaken. I Am Tempted To Say That We Do Not Look For Truth, But For Knowledge. But I Dislike This Form Of Words, For Two Reasons. First Of All, We Do Look For Truth, However We Define It, It Is What We Find That Is Knowledge. And Second, What We Fail To Find Is Not Truth, But Certainty; The Nature Of Truth Is Exactly The Knowledge That We Do Find.

The Human Baby, The Human Being, Is A Mosaic Of Animal And Angel.

By The Worldly Standards Of Public Life, All Scholars In Their Work Are Of Course Oddly Virtuous. They Do Not Make Wild Claims, They Do Not Cheat, They Do Not Try To Persuade At Any Cost, They Appeal Neither To Prejudice Nor To Authority, They Are Often Frank About Their Ignorance, Their Disputes Are Fairly Decorous, They Do Not Confuse What Is Being Argued With Race, Politics, Sex Or Age, They Listen Patiently To The Young And To The Old Who Both Know Everything. These Are The General Virtues Of Scholarship, And They Are Peculiarly The Virtues Of Science.

Nature Has Not Fitted Man To Any Specific Environment.