I Am The Skeptic Of Skeptics.

But What Was A Body? Dust, Dung, Urine, Itches. It Was The Light Within Which Was Important, And It Was Not Significant If That Light Endured After Death, Or If The Soul Was Blinded Eternally In The Endless Night Of The Suspired Flesh.

Mankind Adores Its Betrayers, And Murders Its Saviors.

I Never Deviated From My Grim Determination To Someday Have All The Money I Needed And Wanted.

Learning Should Be A Joy And Full Of Excitement. It Is Life's Greatest Adventure; It Is An Illustrated Excursion Into The Minds Of The Noble And The Learned.

My Literary Success Meant Nothing To Me