Toil Without Song Is Like A Weary

All I Want Is To Know Things. The Black Gulph Of The Infinite Is Before Me.

The Very Fact That Religions Are Not Content To Stand On Their Own Feet, But Insist On Crippling Or Warping The Flexible Minds Of Children In Their Favour, Forms A Sufficient Proof That There Is No Truth In Them. If There Were Any Truth In Religion, It Would Be Even More Acceptable To A Mature Mind Than To An Infant Mind--yet No Mature Mind Ever Accepts Religion Unless It Has Been Crippled In Infancy.

A Serious Adult Story Must Be True To Something In Life. Since Marvel Tales Cannot Be True To The Events Of Life, They Must Shift Their Emphasis Towards Something To Which They Can Be True; Namely, Certain Wistful Or Restless Moods Of The Human Spirit, Wherein It Seeks To Weave Gossamer Ladders Of Escape From The Galling Tyranny Of Time, Space, And Natural Law.

Everything I Loved Had Been Dead For Two Centuries - Or, As In The Case Of Graeco-roman Classicism, For Two Milenniums. I Am Never A Part Of Anything Around Me - In Everything I Am An Outsider. Should I Find It Possible To Crawl Backward Through The Halls Of Time To That Age Which Is Nearest My Own Fancy, I Should Doubtless Be Bawled Out Of The Coffee-houses For Heresy In Religion, Or Else Lampooned By John Dennis Till I Found Refuge In The Deep, Silent Thames, That Covers Many Another Unfortunate.

It Is Easy To Remove The Mind From Harping On The Lost Illusion Of Immortality. The Disciplined Intellect Fears Nothing And Craves No Sugar-plum At The Day's End, But Is Content To Accept Life And Serve Society As Best It May. Personally I Would Not Care For Immortality In The Least. There Is Nothing Better Than Oblivion, Since In Oblivion There Is No Wish Unfulfilled. We Had It Before We Were Born, Yet Did Not Complain. Shall We Whine Because We Know It Will Return? It Is Elysium Enough For Me, At Any Rate.