Man is always marveling at what he has blown apart, never at what the universe has put together, and this is his limitation.

I am not nearly so interested in what monkey man was derived from as I am in what kind of monkey he is to become.

I am not nearly so interested in what monkey man was derived from as I am in what kind
of monkey he is to become.

The creative element in the mind of man . . . emerges in as mysterious a fashion as those elementary particles which leap into momentary existence in great cyclotrons, only to vanish again like infinitesimal ghosts.

From the solitude of the wood, [Man] has passed to the more dreadful solitude of the heart.

God knows how many things a man misses by becoming smug and assuming that matters will take their own course.