This Problem, Once Solved, Will Be Simple.

The Man Who Doesn’t Make Up His Mind To Cultivate The Habit Of Thinking Misses The Greatest Pleasure In Life.

My Mind Is Incapable Of Conceiving Such A Thing As A Soul. I May Be In Error, And Man May Have A Soul; But I Simply Do Not Believe It.

I Cannot Believe In The Immortality Of The Soul. No, All This Talk Of An Existence For Us, As Individuals, Beyond The Grave Is Wrong. It Is Born Of Our Tenacity Of Life - Our Desire To Go On Living - Our Dread Of Coming To An End.

Fish Seem To Be Rather Conservative Around This Bay, One Seldom Catches Enough To Form The Fundamental Basis For A Lie. Dante Left Out One Of The Torments Of Hades — I Could Imagine A Doomed Mortal Made To Untangle Wet Fish Lines Forever. Everybody Lost Patience At The Stupidity Of The Fish In Not Coming Forward Promptly To Be Murdered.

I Didn't Fail 1000 Times. The Light Bulb Was An Invention With 1000 Steps.