If you think you can do it, you can.

All birds are incipient or would-be songsters in the spring. I find corroborative evidence of this even in the crowing of the cock.

Without the emotion of the beautiful, the sublime, the mysterious, there is no art, no religion, no literature.

If we take science as our sole guide, if we accept and hold fast that alone which is verifiable, the old theology must go.

Like tens of thousands of others, I have been a spectator of, rather than a participator in, the activities - political, commercial, sociological, scientific - of the times in which I have lived.