
"Science and Reality" (1931) Bios Vol. 2, No. 1 , p. 40
Source: The Limits of Evolution, and Other Essays, Illustrating the Metaphysical Theory of Personal Ideaalism (1905), Modern Science and Pantheism, p.77-8
"Science and Reality" (1931) Bios Vol. 2, No. 1 , p. 40
Jul 29 1982 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHk9zoG6PXw
Quicktime excerpt http://www.harappa.com/nehrumov.html
A Tryst With Destiny (1947)
Context: The ambition of the greatest men of our generation has been to wipe every tear from every eye. That may be beyond us, but so long as there are tears and suffering, so long our work will not be over.
And so we have to labour and to work, and work hard, to give reality to our dreams. Those dreams are for India, but they are also for the world, for all the nations and peoples are too closely knit together today for any one of them to imagine that it can live apart. Peace has been said to be indivisible; so is freedom, so is prosperity now, and so also is disaster in this One World that can no longer be split into isolated fragments.
“Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.”
Preliminary.
My Summer in a Garden (1870)
"Whose Future?", from the book Take My Advice : Letters to the Next Generation from People Who Know a Thing or Two (2007) by James L. Harmon
Other texts
Source: The Great Certainty http://web.archive.org/web/20090723055942/http://olafstapledonarchive.webs.com/thegreatcertainty.html
2016, News Conference With Chancellor Angela Merkel of Germany (November 2016)
Letter to Lieutenant Colonel Charles Marshall (September 1870)
1870s
Context: My experience of men has neither disposed me to think worse of them or indisposed me to serve them; nor in spite of failures, which I lament, of errors which I now see and acknowledge; or of the present aspect of affairs; do I despair of the future.
The truth is this: The march of Providence is so slow, and our desires so impatient; the work of progress is so immense and our means of aiding it so feeble; the life of humanity is so long, that of the individual so brief, that we often see only the ebb of the advancing wave and are thus discouraged. It is history that teaches us to hope.