In the end, science as we know it has two basic types of practitioners. One is the educated man who still has a controlled sense of wonder before the universal mystery, whether it hides in a snail's eye or within… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
Some degree of withdrawal serves to nurture man's creative powers. The artist and the scientist bring out of the dark void, like the mysterious universe itself, the unique, the strange, the unexpected. Numerous observers have testified upon the loneliness of… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
“Taking a final pleasure in what the wind can neither proclaim nor destroy, I am a student of nightfall, I claim no other profession.” — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
We are one of many appearances of the thing called Life; we are not its perfect image, for it has no perfect image except… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
Perhaps a creature of so much ingenuity and deep memory is almost bound to grow alienated from his world, his fellows, and the objects… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
To have dragons one must have change; that is the first principle of dragon lore. — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
It is frequently the tragedy of the great artist, as it is of the great scientist, that he frightens the ordinary man. — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
The future is neither ahead nor behind, on one side or another. Nor is it dark or light. It is contained within ourselves; its… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
Out of the choked Devonian waters emerged sight and sound and the music that rolls invisible through the composer's brain. They are there still… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
“I once saw, on a flower pot in my own living room, the efforts of a field mouse to build a remembered field. I… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
Lights come and go in the night sky. Men, troubled at last by the things they build, may toss in their sleep and dream… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
