I Think, Therefore I'm Going To Have

Almost All People Are Hypnotics. The Proper Authority Saw To It That The Proper Belief Should Be Induced, And The People Believed Properly.

Science Of To-day-the Superstition Of To-morrow. Science Of To-morrow-the Superstition Of To-day.

Venus De Milo. To A Child She Is Ugly. When A Mind Adjusts To Thinking Of Her As A Completeness, Even Though, By Physiologic Standards, Incomplete, She Is Beautiful.

People With A Psychological Need To Believe In Marvels Are No More Prejudiced And Gullible Than People With A Psychological Need Not To Believe In Marvels.

Sometimes I Am A Collector Of Data, And Only A Collector, And Am Likely To Be Gross And Miserly, Piling Up Notes, Pleased With Merely Numerically Adding To My Stores. Other Times I Have Joys, When Unexpectedly Coming Upon An Outrageous Story That May Not Be Altogether A Lie, Or Upon A Macabre Little Thing That May Make Some Reviewer Of My More Or Less Good Works Mad. But Always There Is Present A Feeling Of Unexplained Relations Of Events That I Note, And It Is This Far-away, Haunting, Or Often Taunting, Awareness, Or Suspicion, That Keeps Me Piling On.