The Ultimate Truth Is Penultimately

Somebody Once Asked Niels Bohr Why He Had A Horseshoe Hanging Above The Front Door Of His House. Surely You, A World Famous Physicist, Can't Really Believe That Hanging A Horseshoe Above Your Door Brings You Luck? Of Course Not, Bohr Replied, But I Have Been Reliably Informed That It Will Bring Me Luck Whether I Believe In It Or Not.

One May Not Regard The World As A Sort Of Metaphysical Brothel For Emotions.

Woe Unto The Defeated, Whom History Treads Into The Dust.

I Have Repeatedly Stressed That The Selfish Impulses Of Man Constitute A Much Less Historic Danger Than His Integrative Tendencies. To Put It In The Simplest Way: The Individual Who Indulges In An Excess Of Aggressive Self-assertiveness Incurs The Penalties Of Society-he Outlaws Himself, He Contracts Out Of The Hierarchy. The True Believer, On The Other Hand, Becomes More Closely Knit Into It; He Enters The Womb Of His Church, Or Party, Or Whatever The Social Holon To Which He Surrenders His Identity.

When A Chess Player Looks At The Board, He Does Not See A Static Mosaic, A 'still Life', But A Magnetic Field Of Forces, Charged With Energy - As Faraday Saw The Stresses Surrounding Magnets And Currents As Curves In Space; Or As Van Gogh Saw Vortices In The Skies Of Provence.