My Internal And External Life Depend So

Man Tries To Make For Himself In The Fashion That Suits Him Best A Simplified And Intelligible Picture Of The World; He Then Tries To Some Extent To Substitute This Cosmos Of His For The World Of Experience, And Thus To Overcome It. This Is What The Painter, The Poet, The Speculative Philosopher, And The Natural Scientists Do, Each In His Own Fashion. Each Makes This Cosmos And Its Construction The Pivot Of His Emotional Life, In Order To Find In This Way Peace And Security Which He Can Not Find In The Narrow Whirlpool Of Personal Experience.

The Contemplation Of This World Beckoned Like A Liberation

All The Fifty Years Of Conscious Brooding Have Brought Me No Closer To Answer The Question, "what Are Light Quanta?" Of Course Today Every Rascal Thinks He Knows The Answer, But He Is Deluding Himself.

It Is Only To The Individual That A Soul Is Given.

But Then, After All, We Are All Alike, For We Are All Derived From The Monkey.