Can nature possibly be so absurd as it seemed to us in these atomic experiments?
But what man has assurance enough but to pretend to know thoroughly the riddle of a woman’s mind, and who could ever hope to fix her mutable nature?
Art is not merely an imitation of the reality of nature, but in truth a metaphysical supplement to the reality of nature, placed alongside thereof for its conquest.
A love of nature keeps no factories busy.
