Gods Are Children's Blankets That Get Carried

No Amount Of Belief Makes Something A Fact.

Those Who Believe Without Reason Cannot Be Convinced By Reason.

There Was A Small Boy On Crutches. I Do Not Know His Name, And I Suspect I Never Will. But I Will Never Forget His Face, His Smile, His Sorrow. He Is One Of The Millions Robbed Of Hope And Dignity By Charlatans Discussed In This Book. Wherever And Whoever He Is, I Apologize To Him For Not Having Been Able To Protect Him From Such An Experience. I Humbly Dedicate This Book To Him And To The Many Others Who Have Suffered Because The Rest Of Us Began Caring Too Late.

One Thing That Has Made A Big Comeback Just Recently Is This Business Of Speaking With The Dead. To My Innocent Mind, 'dead' Implies Incapable Of Communicating.

People Who Are Smart Get Into Mensa. People Who Are Really Smart Look Around And Leave.