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Poets Do Not Go Mad, But Chess Players Do.

The Atheist Is Not Interested In Anything Except Attacks On Atheism.

The Real Trouble With This World Of Ours Is Not That It Is An Unreasonable One. The Trouble Is That It Is Nearly Reasonable, But Not Quite.

The Diseased Pride [of Artistic Individualists] Was Not Even Conscious Of A Public Interest, And Would Have Found All Political Terms Utterly Tasteless And Insignificant. It Was No Longer A Question Of One Man One Vote, But Of One Man One Universe.

The Simplification Of Anything Is Always Sensational.