I Had A Vivid Imagination. Not Only

There Are Two Things That Kill A Genius - A Fatal Disease And Contentment.

If There Is A Soul, What Is It, And Where Did It Come From, And Where Does It Go? Can Anyone Who Is Guided By His Reason Possibly Imagine A Soul Independent Of A Body, Or The Place Of Its Residence, Or The Character Of It, Or Anything Concerning It? If Man Is Justified In Any Belief Or Disbelief On Any Subject, He Is Warranted In The Disbelief In A Soul. Not One Scrap Of Evidence Exists To Prove Any Such Impossible Thing.

Depressions May Bring People Closer To The Church But So Do Funerals.

When Every Event Was A Miracle, When There Was No Order Or System Or Law, There Was No Occasion For Studying Any Subject, Or Being Interested In Anything Excepting A Religion Which Took Care Of The Soul. As Man Doubted The Primitive Conceptions About Religion, And No Longer Accepted The Literal, Miraculous Teachings Of Ancient Books, He Set Himself To Understand Nature.

There Is No Such Crime As A Crime Of Thought; There Are Only Crimes Of Action.