Man Works For An Object. Remove That

No, Let Us Not Make God In Our Image, Poor Inhabitants That We Are Of A Distant Planet Lost In Infinite Space. However Brilliant And Sublime Our Intelligence May Be, It Is Scarcely More Than A Small Spark Which Shines And In An Instant Is Extinguished, And It Alone Can Give Us No Idea Of That Blaze, That Conflagration, That Ocean Of Light!

Climate Affects Bipeds In The Same Way It Does Quadrupeds.

I Do Not Write For This Generation. I Am Writing For Other Ages. If This Could Read Me, They Would Burn My Books, The Work Of My Whole Life. On The Other Hand, The Generation Which Interprets These Writings Will Be An Educated Generation; They Will Understand Me And Say: Not All Were Asleep In The Nighttime Of Our Grandparents.

She Was White, Perhaps Too White. Her Eyes, Which Were Almost Always Cast Down, When She Raised Them Testified To The Purest Of Souls, And When She Smiled, Revealing Her Small, White Teeth, One Might Be Tempted To Say That A Rose Is Merely A Plant, And Ivory Just An Elephant's Tusk.

God Has Made Man A Cosmopolite. He Created Seas For Ships To Glide On, The Wind To Push Them, And The Stars To Guide Them Even In Darkest Night.