Many Of The Things You Can Count,

This Subject Brings Me To That Vilest Offspring Of The Herd Mind -- The Odious Militia. The Man Who Enjoys Marching In Line And File To The Strains Of Music Falls Below My Contempt; He Received His Great Brain By Mistake -- The Spinal Cord Would Have Been Amply Sufficient. This Heroism At Command, This Senseless Violence, This Accursed Bombast Of Patriotism -- How Intensely I Despise Them! War Is Low And Despicable, And I Had Rather Be Smitten To Shreds Than Participate In Such Doings.

I Don't Try To Imagine A Personal God; It Suffices To Stand In Awe At The Structure Of The World, Insofar As It Allows Our Inadequate Senses To Appreciate It.

To My Mind, To Kill In War Is Not A Whit Better Than To Commit Ordinary Murder.

Only The [catholic] Church Stood Squarely Across The Path Of Hitler’s Campaign For Suppressing Truth. I Never Had Any Special Interest In The Church Before, But Now I Feel A Great Affection And Admiration Because The Church Alone Has Had The Courage And Persistence To Stand For Intellectual Truth And Moral Freedom. I Am Forced Thus To Confess That What I Once Despised I Now Praise Unreservedly.

The Chicken Did Not Cross The Road. The Road Passed Beneath The Chicken.