Those Of Us Who Have Come To

Heretics Have Been Hated From The Beginning Of Recorded Time; They Have Been Ostracized, Exiled, Tortured, Maimed, And Butchered; But It Has Generally Proved Impossible To Smother Them; And When It Has Not, The Society That Has Succeeded Has Always Declined.

Skepticism Is My Only Gospel, But I Don't Want To Make A Dogma Out Of It.

As Soon As We Cease To Pry About At Random, We Shall Come To Rely Upon Accredited Bodies Of Authoritative Dogma; And As Soon As We Come To Rely Upon Accredited Bodies Of Authoritative Dogma, Not Only Are The Days Of Our Liberty Over, But We Have Lost The Password That Has Hitherto Opened To Us The Gates Of Success As Well.

Here I Am An Old Man In A Long Nightgown Making Muffled Noises At People Who May Be No Worse Than I Am.

Life In A Great Society, Or For That Matter In A Small, Is A Web Of Tangled Relations Of All Sorts, Whose Adjustment So That It May Be Endurable Is An Extraordinarily Troublesome Matter.