I Think, Therefore I'm Going To Have

Science Of To-day-the Superstition Of To-morrow. Science Of To-morrow-the Superstition Of To-day.

The Earth Is A Farm. We Are Someone Else's Property.

Do You Want Power Over Something? Be More Nearly Real Than It.

It Is Not Possible To Define. Nothing Has Ever Been Finally Found Out. Because There Is Nothing Final To Find Out.

Every Science Is A Mutilated Octopus. If Its Tentacles Were Not Clipped To Stumps, It Would Feel Its Way Into Disturbing Contacts.