Joseph Wood
Joseph Wood
believe soul typical
The typical American believes that no necessity of the soul is free and that there are precious few, if any, which cannot be bought.
time passing-away eternity
Every time a value is born, existence takes on a new meaning; every time one dies, some part of that meaning passes away.
philosophical civilization play
Civilizations die from philosophical calm, irony, and a sense of fair play quite as surely as they die of debauchery.
games trying losing
Any euphemism ceases to be euphemistic after a time and the true meaning begins to show through. It's a losing game, but we keep on trying.
wisdom two intelligence
Science has always promised two things not necessarily related; an increase first in our powers, second in our happiness or wisdom, and we have come to realize that it is the first and less important of the two promises which it has kept most abundantly.
cat animal mind
To be reminded that one is very much like other members of the animal kingdom is often funny...though...I do not too much mind being somewhat like a cat.
long desert saws
Long before I ever saw the desert I was aware of the mystical overtones which the observation of nature made audible to me. But I have never been more frequently or more vividly aware of them than in connection with the desert phenomena.
science animal fit
If only the fit survive and if the fitter they are the longer they survive, then Volvox must have demonstrated its superb fitness more conclusively than any higher animal ever has.
nature rotting earth
Nature, in her blind thirst for life has filled every possible cranny of the rotting earth with some sort of fantastic creature.
love imagination facts
Love is ...not a fact in nature of which we become aware, but rather a creation of the human imagination.
science technology men
Electronic calculators can solve problems which the man who made them cannot solve; but no government-subsidized commission of engineers and physicists could create a worm.
spring winter ice
There are some optimists who search eagerly for the skunk cabbage which in February sometimes pushes itself up through the ice, and who call it a sign of spring. I wish that I could feel that way about it, but I do not. The truth of the matter, to me, is simply that skunk cabbage blooms in the winter time.
art real literature
Rhetoric takes no real account of the art in literature and morality takes no account of the art in life.
men long enough
Man is the only one in whom the instinct of life falters long enough to enable it to ask the question "Why?