Loren Eiseley

Loren Eiseley
Loren Eiseleywas an American anthropologist, educator, philosopher, and natural science writer, who taught and published books from the 1950s through the 1970s. He received many honorary degrees and was a fellow of multiple professional societies. At his death, he was Benjamin Franklin Professor of Anthropology and History of Science at the University of Pennsylvania...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionScientist
Date of Birth3 September 1907
CountryUnited States of America
Loren Eiseley quotes about
faces core universe
At the core of the universe, the face of God wears a smile
drawing tasks maps
Many of us who walk to and fro upon our usual tasks are prisoners drawing mental maps of escape.
lonely empathy humanity
This is the most enormous extension of vision of which life is capable: the projection of itself into other lives. This is the lonely, magnificent power of humanity. It is . . . the supreme epitome of the reaching out.
mind crafts obscure
The freedom to create is somehow linked with facility of access to those obscure regions below the conscious mind.
tomorrow
Tomorrow lurks in us, the latency to be all that was not achieved before....
insatiable-hunger fire cost
Fire, as we have learned to our cost, has an insatiable hunger to be fed. It is a nonliving force that can even locomote itself.
time philosophy dark
The future is neither ahead nor behind, on one side or another. Nor is it dark or light. It is contained within ourselves; its evil and good are perpetually within us.
philosophy men modern
Modern man lives increasingly in the future and neglects the present.
friendship survival
I no longer cared about survival...I merely loved.
frost sun minors
In the days of the frost seek an minor sun.
lonely wine sunset
Nothing grows among its pinnacles; there is no shade except under great toadstools of sandstone whose bases have been eaten to the shape of wine glasses by the wind. Everything is flaking, cracking, disintegrating, wearing away in the long, inperceptible weather of time. The ash of ancient volcanic outbursts still sterilizes its soil, and its colors in that waste are the colors that flame in the lonely sunsets on dead planets.
normal
There is nothing very 'normal' about nature.
taken past origin-of-life
After chiding the theologian for his reliance on myth and miracle, science found itself in the unenviable position of having to create mythology of its own: namely, the assumption that what, after long effort, could not be proved to take place today had, in truth, taken place in the primeval past.
american-scientist flower pluck troubling
One could not pluck a flower without troubling a star.