One Can't Be Of An Enquiring And

I Think, Therefore I'm Going To Have Breakfast.

I Believe Nothing Of My Own That I Have Ever Written.

I Shut The Front Door Upon Christ And Einstein, And At The Back Door Hold Out A Welcoming Hand To Little Frogs And Periwinkles. I Believe Nothing Of My Own That I Have Ever Written. I Cannot Accept That The Products Of Minds Are Subject-matter For Beliefs.

All Would Be Well. All Would Be Heavenly--if The Damned Would Only Stay Damned.

The History Of Science Is A Record Of The Transformations Of Contempts Amd Amusements.