I Was A Freethinker Before I Knew

All The Sweetness Of Religion Is Conveyed To The World By The Hands Of Storytellers And Image-makers. Without Their Fictions The Truths Of Religion Would For The Multitude Be Neither Intelligible Nor Even Apprehensible; And The Prophets Would Prophesy And The Teachers Teach In Vain.

All Evolution In Thought And Conduct Must At First Appear As Heresy And Misconduct.

We Know Now That The Soul Is The Body, And The Body The Soul. They Tell Us They Are Different Because They Want To Persuade Us That We Can Keep Our Souls If We Let Them Make Slaves Of Our Bodies.

Reminiscences Make One Feel So Deliciously Aged And Sad.

We Are The Masters At The Moment, And Not Only At The Moment, But For A Very Long Time To Come.