"That man is the product of causes which had no prevision of the end they were achieving; that his origin, his growth, his hopes and fears, his loves and beliefs, are but the outcome extension of accidental collocations of atoms; that no fire, no heroism, no intensity of thought or feeling can preserve a life beyond the grave; that all labors of the ages; all the devotion, all the inspiration, all the noon day brightness of human genius, are destined to extinction in the vast death of the solar system; and the whole temple of Man's achievement must inevitably be buried beneath the debris of a universe in ruins—all these things, if not quite beyond dispute, are yet so nearly certain that no philosophy which rejects then can hope to stand. Only within the scaffolding of these results, only on the firm foundation of unyielding despair, can the safe habitation of the soul be safely built."