The forceps of our minds are clumsy forceps, and crush the truth a little in taking hold of it. — H.G. Wells

The science hangs like a gathering fog in a valley, a fog which begins nowhere and goes nowhere, an incidental, unmeaning inconvenience to passers-by.

Cycle tracks will abound in Utopia.

Fools make researches and wise men exploit them—that is our earthly way of dealing with the question, and we thank Heaven for an assumed abundance of financially impotent and sufficiently ingenious fools.