Men will become more clever and more acute; But not better, happier, and stronger in action or, at least, only at epochs. I foresee the time when God will have no more joy in them, but will break up everything for a renewed creation. I am certain that the everything is planned to this end and that the time and hour in the distant future for the occurrences of the renovating epoch are already fixed. But a long time will elapse first, and we may still for thousands and thousands of years amuse ourselves on this dear old surface.

Even as the world goes to smash there is one man who remains at the core, which becomes more solidly fixed and anchored, more centrifugal as the process of dissolution quickness.

To be human seems like a poor, sorry, miserable affair, limited by the senses. restricted by moralities and codes, defined by platitudes and isms.