13 Quotes by Howard Mumford Jones

Ours is the age which is proud of machines that think and suspicious of men who try to.

If the equality of individuals and the dignity of man be myths, they are myths to which the republic is committed.

Except to heaven, she is nought; Except for angels, lone; Except to some wide-wandering bee, A flower superfluous blown; Except for winds, provincial; Except by butterflies, Unnoticed as a single dew That on the acre lies.

The incessant struggle of the mind to be true to itself, to absorb new truths, to grow, to overcome pressures – these are the painful portion of the independent thinker. Almost his sole reward is the satisfaction of integrity.