This is the best day the world has seen. TOMORROW will be better.
The ESSENCE of MATHEMATICS lies just in its FREEDOM.
No MAN ever injured his eyesight by looking on the BRIGHT side of things.
LITTLE drops of water, little grains of sand, make the mighty ocean and the pleasant land. So the little minutes, humble though they be, Make the mighty ages of ETERNITY. Little Things
The phenomenon of the production of MOTION by HEAT has not been considered from a sufficiently general point of view. . . . It is necessary to establish principles applicable not only to steam engines but to all imaginable heat engines, whatever the working substance and whatever the method by which it is operated.
Furthermore, the pituitary, the thyroid, the sexual glands, the supparenal gland, make possible love, hatred, enthusiasm and faith. The Christian virtues are more difficult to practice when our endocrive GLANDS are deficient.
And we carry home as prizes Funny bugs, of handy sizes, Just to give the day a SCIENTIFIC tone.
Yes there is That which is the end of UNDERSTANDING Yes, there is That which you will only understand At the mind's flowering time When she shall leaf and bud and burst But should you try to trammel up the MIND, And bind her, confine her, and strive to turn her inwards You will not understand. For there is a power of the MIND's prime Which, rising like the sun in all his majesty, Shine forth with rays of thought at one with feeling. Freed from all else Let but thy little mind be empty of all things else All things save one - thine AIM To reach the end of understanding For that subsists beyond the mind.
The place where I was young is my dreamplace now. Bit it is only a speck of dirt on a long, long road. I can only LOOK BACK . . . not go there again. The trees up ahead look greener anyway.
Nevertheless, there is oen thing about the future that can be stated with absolute certainty: it will be peopled by those who we today often refer to pompously as 'the YOUNG'.
The matters which most thoroughly evoke this sense of the abiding chidhood of the world are those which are really fresh, abrupt and inventive in any age; and if we were asked what was the best proof of this adventurous youth in the nineteenth century we should say, with all respect to its portentuous sciences and philosophies, that it was to be found in the rhymes of MR. EDWARD LEAR and in the literature of NONSENSE. 'The Dong with a Luminous Nose', at least, is original, as the first ship and the first plough were original.
All men know the utility of useful things; but they do not know the utility of futility.
When SAGES appeared, crawling for charity and limping with duty, doubt and confusion entered man's mind. . . .
Destruction of TAO and virtue in order to introduce charity and duty . . . this is the ERROR of the sage.
It would rather be alive . . . and wagging its tail in the mud.
"Begone!' cried Chuang-tzu. 'I too will wag my tailin the mud'.
Great WISDOM is generous; petty wisdom is contentious. Great speech is impassioned, small speech cantankerous.
NATURE has given to us no knowledge of the end of things
The good of the people is the chief law
Die Entropie der Welt strebt einem Maximum zu.
The ICE was there, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like VOICES in a swound! The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
FANCY, on the contrary, has no other counters to play with but fixities and definites. The fance is indeed no other than a mode of memory emancipated from the order of time and space; and blended with and modified by the empirical phenomenon of the will which we express by the word CHOKE. But especially with the ordinary memory it must receive all its materials ready made from the law of association.
No work of the two genres dare want its appropriate FORM; neither indeed is there any danger of this. As it must not, so neither can it, be lawless. Forit is even this that constitutes its genius - the power of acting creatively under the laws of its own origination . . .
. . . The FORM is mechanic when on any given material we impress a predetermined form, not necessarily arising out of the properties of the material, aswhen to a mass of wet clay we give whatever shape we wish it to retain when hardened. The ORGANIC FORM, on the other hand, is innate; it shapes as it develops itself from within, and the fulness of its development is one and the same with the perfection of its ordered form. Such is the LIFE, and the FORM. NATURE, the prime genial ARTIST, inexhaustible in diverse powers, is especially inexhaustible in forms.Each exterior is the physiognomy of the being within, its true image reflected and thrown out from the concave mirror . . .
In EDUCATION a similar growth has occurred. A generation ago the Russian people were largely illiterate. Today they are graduating nearly twice as many engineers as the UNITED STATES. In music and drama, they have a notable record.
Such EDUCATIONAL DEVELOPMENT cannot occur without giving a better understanding of the value of FREEDOM. In this regard we can be confident that time is working for us. Alreday we have seen substantial changes occurring behind the IRON CURTAIN. These changes have not been altogether political. The fall of T.D.Lysenko from his poition as dictator of a false science of genetics is an example.The fact is that RUSSIA is becoming industrially and intellectually a modern nation. Whether by gradual change or by violent internal upset. We can rely on the universal social forces to bring that great half of the world into such a condition that harmonious adjustement with the free half becomes possible. And sicial changes are occurring in Russia at a very fast tempo.
LANGUAGES are true ANALYTICAL objects.
MUSIC hath CHARMS to soothe a savage beast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
BOMB I love you I want to KISS your clank Eat your boom.
Gradually it all settles into KNOWLEDGE.A speck of sand or salt, marvellously small, inspires the IDEA of a point, something that is there but takes up no space.
The PORTRAIT of NATURE, then, in our PICTURE. Whether it really is nature that we see in it is an idle speculation, for the world of this picture is the only objective one we know. But because it is our picture, painted by SCIENCE, like all PORTRAITS it carries the tell-tale marks of its painter overlaying those of its subject. And by looking at these we can bring the picture into a closer relationship with ourselves.
My aim in this book was laid down years ago by WILLIAM BLAKE: 'To see a World in a grain of sand, And a Heaven in a wild flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand, And Eternity in an hour.'
In these utilitarian days of Science we forget that there is another side to it, the VISION of a STRANGE and BEAUTIFUL NATURE, the rays of light cast on the great dark, the hope of knowledge WHO and WHERE are WE. And in these professional days of SCIENCE we also forget that this should be a PICTURE OPEN TO EVERONE, if it so pleases them. I have this tried, in this book for the general non-scientific reader, to look through the dense jungle of technical scaffolding at the breathtaking structure that is beginning to take shape behind it, the PORTRAIT of NATURE as seen by SCIENCE>
A vague glow - a sensitive CHAOS of dust and gases - Shrank into a red earth of molten rock and steam But - since immemorial monsoons the earth is blue The earth is a sapphire parading in the firmament grit. The ACT of LIFE
BOOKS cannot always please, however good; MINDS are not ever craving for their FOOD.
The CENTIPEDE was happy quite Until a toad in fun Said, 'Pray, which leg goes after which?' That worked her mind to such a pitch She lay distracted in a ditch Considering how to run.
'We should go hugely astray in assuming that ART was the only selftranscendence. ART is a MYSTERY; all MYSTERIES have their source in a MYSTERY-of-MYSTERIES which is LOVE; and if LOVERS may reach eternity through LOVE herself, their MYSTERY remains essentially that of the LOVING ARTIST whose way must lie through his ART, and of the LOVING worshipper whose aim is oneness with his god.
He continued to make his philosophy startling by his technical vivacity, . . .
We doctors know a HOPELESS case when - listen: there's a hell of a good UNIVERSE NEXT DOOR; let's go!