Only I have no more regard for his little crowings on his own little dunghill.

Myself, I am not so sure that I am one of the one-and-onlies.

I like the wide world of centuries and vast ages--mammoth worlds beyond our day, and mankind so wonderful in his distances, his history that has no beginning yet always the pomp and the magnificence of human splendor unfolding through the earth's changing periods.

Floods and fire and convulsions and ice-arrest intervene between the great glamorous civilizations of mankind.

But nothing will ever quench humanity and the human potentiality to evolve something magnificent out of a renewed chaos.
I do not believe in evolution, but in the strangeness and rainbow-change of ever-renewed creative civilizations.
So much, then, for my claim to remarkable discoveries.