When Man Becomes Greater Than

I Am Older Now, And Sleep Less, And Have Seen Most Of What There Is To See And Am Not Very Much Impressed Any More, I Suppose, By Anything.

It Is Frequently The Tragedy Of The Great Artist For Example Vincent Van Gogh, As It Is Of The Great Scientist, That He Frightens The Ordinary Man. If He Is More Than A Popular Story-teller It May Take Humanity A Generation To Absorb And Grow Accustomed To The New Geography With Which The Scientist Or Artist Presents Us. Even Then, Perhaps Only The More Imaginative And Literate May Accept Him. Subconsciously The Genius Is Feared As An Image Breaker; Frequently He Does Not Accept The Opinions Of The Mass, Or Man's Opinion Of Himself.

God Knows How Many Things A Man Misses By Becoming Smug And Assuming That Matters Will Take Their Own Course.

This Is The Most Enormous Extension Of Vision Of Which Life Is Capable: The Projection Of Itself Into Other Lives. This Is The Lonely, Magnificent Power Of Humanity. It Is . . . The Supreme Epitome Of The Reaching Out.

If It Should Turn Out That We Have Mishandled Our Own Lives As Several Civilizations Before Us Have Done, It Seems A Pity That We Should Involve The Violet And The Tree Frog In Our Departure.