Our Knowledge Is A Torch Of Smoky

Religion Is The Natural Reaction Of The Imagination When Confronted By The Difficulties In A Truculent World.

A Body Seriously Out Of Equilibrium, Either With Itself Or With Its Environment, Perishes Outright. Not So A Mind. Madness And Suffering Can Set Themselves No Limit.

The Universe, So Far As We Can Observe It, Is A Wonderful And Immense Engine; Its Extent, Its Order, Its Beauty, Its Cruelty, Makes It Alike Impressive.

Mortality Has Its Compensations; One Is That All Evils Are Transitory, Another That Better Times May Come.

Memory... Is An Internal Rumor.