In Measuring A Circle, One Begins Anywhere.

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.

I Believe Nothing Of My Own That I Have Ever Written.

I Shut The Front Door Upon Christ And Einstein, And At The Back Door Hold Out A Welcoming Hand To Little Frogs And Periwinkles. I Believe Nothing Of My Own That I Have Ever Written. I Cannot Accept That The Products Of Minds Are Subject-matter For Beliefs.

The Earth Is A Farm. We Are Someone Else's Property.

Peasants Have Believed In Dowsing, And Scientists Used To Believe That Dowsing Was Only A Belief Of Peasants. Now There Are So Many Scientists Who Believe In Dowsing That The Suspicion Comes To Me That It May Only Be A Myth After All.