I Write To Escape ... To Escape

The Whole Fabric Of Our Religion Is Based On Superstitious Beliefin Lies That Have Been Foisted Upon Us For Ages By Those Directly Above Us, To Whose Personal Profit And Aggrandizement It Was To Have Us Continue To Believe As They Wished Us To Believe.

In One Respect At Least The Martians Are A Happy People, They Have No Lawyers.

I Love You, And Because I Love You I Believe In You. But If I Did Not Believe, Still Should I Love. Had You Come Back For Me, And Had There Been No Other Way, I Would Have Gone Into The Jungle With You - Forever.

Love Is A Strange Master, And Human Nature Is Still Stranger.

Were There No Desire There Would Be No Virtue, And Because One Man Desires What Another Does Not, Who Shall Say Whether The Child Of His Desire Be Vice Or Virtue?