O, God Assist Our Side:

Science Contributes Moral As Well As Material Blessings To The World. Its Great Moral Contribution Is Objectivity, Or The Scientific Point Of View. This Means Doubting Everything Except Facts; It Means Hewing To The Facts, Let The Chips Fall Where They May.

The Wind That Makes Music In November Corn Is In A Hurry. The Stalks Hum, The Loose Husks Whisk Skyward In Half-playing Swirls, And The Wind Hurries On.... A Tree Tries To Argue, Bare Limbs Waving, But There Is No Detaining The Wind.

But Wherever The Truth May Lie, This Much Is Crystal-clear: Our Bigger-and-better Society Is Now Like A Hypochondriac, So Obsessed With Its Own Economic Health As To Have Lost The Capacity To Remain Healthy. . . . Nothing Could Be More Salutary At This Stage Than A Little Healthy Contempt For A Plethora Of Material Blessings.

How Like Fish We Are: Ready, Nay Eager, To Seize Upon Whatever New Thing Some Wind Of Circumstance Shakes Down Upon The River Of Time! And How We Rue Our Haste, Finding The Gilded Morsel To Contain A Hook!

The Good Life Of Any River May Depend On The Perception Of Its Music; And The Preservation Of Some Music To Perceive.