Education Is A State-controlled Manufactory Of Echoes.

I Can Find No Room In My Cosmos For A Deity Save As A Waste Product Of Human Weakness, The Excrement Of The Imagination.

You Can Construct The Character Of A Man And His Age Not Only From What He Does And Says, But From What He Fails To Say And Do.

The Families Of Our Friends Are Always A Disappointment.

He Talks About The Scylla Of Atheism And The Charybdis Of Christianity - A State Of Mind Which, By The Way, Is Not Conducive To Bold Navigation.

What Is All Wisdom Save A Collection Of Platitudes? Take Fifty Of Our Current Proverbial Sayings—they Are So Trite, So Threadbare, That We Can Hardly Bring Our Lips To Utter Them. None The Less They Embody The Concentrated Experience Of The Race, And The Man Who Orders His Life According To Their Teaching Cannot Go Far Wrong. How Easy That Seems! Has Any One Ever Done So? Never. Has Any Man Ever Attained To Inner Harmony By Pondering The Experience Of Others? Not Since The World Began! He Must Pass Through The Fire.