My Books Don't Seem To Belong To

Religious Ideas Have The Fate Of Melodies, Which, Once Set Afloat In The World, Are Taken Up By All Sorts Of Instruments, Some Of Them Woefully Coarse, Feeble, Or Out Of Tune, Until People Are In Danger Of Crying Out That The Melody Itself Is Detestable.

Fear Was Stronger Than The Calculation Of Probabilities.

Hatred Is Like Fire, It Makes Even Light Rubbish Deadly.

Better A False Belief Than No Belief At All.

Bad Literature Of The Sort Called Amusing Is Spiritual Gin.