Religion Struck Me So Vague A Thing

An Isolated Person Requires Correspondence As A Means Of Seeing His Ideas As Others See Them, And Thus Guarding Against The Dogmatisms And Extravagances Of Solitary And Uncorrected Speculation. No Man Can Learn To Reason And Appraise From A Mere Perusal Of The Writing Of Others. If He Live Not In The World, Where He Can Observe The Public At First Hand And Be Directed Toward Solid Reality By The Force Of Conversation And Spoken Debate, Then He Must Sharpen His Discrimination And Regulate His Perceptive Balance By An Equivalent Exchange Of Ideas In Epistolary Form.

Naturally One Would Rather Be A Broad Artist With Power To Evoke Beauty From Every Phase Of Experience--but When One Unmistakably Isn't Such An Artist, There's No Sense In Bluffing And Faking And Pretending That One Is.

Time, Space, And Natural Law Hold For Me Suggestions Of Intolerable Bondage, And I Can Form No Picture Of Emotional Satisfaction Which Does Not Involve Their Defeat - Especially The Defeat Of Time, So That One May Merge Oneself With The Whole Historic Stream And Be Wholly Emancipated From The Transient And The Ephemeral.

I Expect Nothing Of Man, And Disown The Race. The Only Folly Is Expecting What Is Never Attained; Man Is Most Contemptible When Compared With His Own Pretensions. It Is Better To Laugh At Man From Outside The Universe, Than To Weep For Him Within.

I'll Tell You Something Of The Forbidden Horrors She Led Me Into - Something Of The Age-old Horrors That Even Now Are Festering In Out-of-the-way Corners With A Few Monstrous Priests To Keep Them Alive. Some People Know Things About The Universe That Nobody Ought To Know, And Can Do Things That Nobody Ought To Be Able To Do.