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God Gave Me The Stubbornness Of A Mule And A Fairly Keen Scent.

It Would Seem That Men Always Need Some Idiotic Fiction In The Name Of Which They Can Hate One Another. Once It Was Religion. Now It Is The State.

The Great Need To Grasp Principles Had Caused Me To Spend Most Of My Time On Fruitless Persuits.

Just Because You Believe In Something Does Not Mean That It Is True.

One Must Console Oneself With The Thought That Time Has A Sieve Through Which Most Of These Important Things Run Into The Ocean Of Oblivion And What Remains After This Selection Is Often Still Trite And Bad.