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Education Is A State-controlled Manufactory Of Echoes.

A Man Can Believe A Considerable Deal Of Rubbish, And Yet Go About His Daily Work In A Rational And Cheerful Manner.

How Hard It Is, Sometimes, To Trust The Evidence Of One's Senses! How Reluctantly The Mind Consents To Reality.

Why Always "not Yet"? Do Flowers In Spring Say "not Yet"?

He Talks About The Scylla Of Atheism And The Charybdis Of Christianity - A State Of Mind Which, By The Way, Is Not Conducive To Bold Navigation.