The Sin Which Is Unpardonable Is Knowingly

Genuine Recollections Almost Invariably Explain Oneself To Oneself. Suppose, For Example, That You Feel An Instinctive Aversion To Some Particular Kind Of Wine. Try As You Will, You Can Find No Reason For It. Suppose When You Explore A Previous Incarnation, You Remember You Died By A Poisoned Administered In A Wine Of That Kind, Your Aversion Is Explained By The Proverb: 'a Burnt Child Dreads The Fire.'

I Have Never Grown Out Of The Infantile Belief That The Universe Was Made For Me To Suck.

The Gods Are But Names For The Forces Of Nature Themselves.

There Are No "standards Of Right". Ethics Is Balderdash. Each Star Must Go On Its Own Orbit. To Hell With "moral Principle"; There Is No Such Thing.

To Read A Newspaper Is To Refrain From Reading Something Worth While. The First Discipline Of Education Must Therefore Be To Refuse Resolutely To Feed The Mind With Canned Chatter.