For Life Is Tendency, And The Essence

Men Do Not Sufficiently Realize That Their Future Is In Their Own Hands. Theirs Is The Task Of Determining First Of All Whether They Want To Go On Living Or Not. Theirs Is The Responsibility, Then, For Deciding If They Want Merely To Live, Or Intend To Make Just The Extra Effort Required For Fulfilling, Even On This Refractory Planet, The Essential Function Of The Universe, Which Is A Machine For The Making Of Gods.

In Short, Intelligence, Considered In What Seems To Be Its Original Feature, Is The Faculty Of Manufacturing Artificial Objects, Especially Tools To Make Tools, And Of Indefinitely Varying The Manufacture.

The Only Cure For Vanity Is Laughter. And The Only Fault That's Laughable Is Vanity.

In Just The Same Way The Thousands Of Successive Positions Of A Runner Are Contracted Into One Sole Symbolic Attitude, Which Our Eye Perceives, Which Art Reproduces, And Which Becomes For Everyone The Image Of A Man Who Runs.

When We Make The Cerebral State The Beginning Of An Action, And In No Sense The Condition Of A Perception, We Place The Perceived Images Of Things Outside The Image Of Our Body, And Thus Replace Perception Within The Things Themselves.