He Who Thinks A Great Deal Is

To Those Human Beings Who Are Of Any Concern To Me, I Wish Suffering, Desolation, Sickness, Ill Treatment, Indignities, Profound Self-contempt, The Torture Of Self-mistrust, And The Wretchedness Of The Vanquished.

And Like A Wind Shall I One Day Blow Amongst Them And With My Spirit Take Away Their Soul's Breath: Thus My Future Wills It.

Pity Makes Suffering Contagious.

The Finest And Healthiest Thing About Science Is, As In The Mountains, The Brisk Air Blowing Around In It.--the Spiritually Delicate (such As Artists) Shun And Slander Science Owing To This Air.

We Love Life, Not Because We Are Used To Living But Because We Are Used To Loving.