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Intellectually I Know That America Is No Better Than Any Other Country; Emotionally I Know She Is Better Than Every Other Country.

The Maker Of The Universe With Stars A Hundred Thousand Light-years Apart Was Interested, Furious, And Very Personal About It If A Small Boy Played Baseball On Sunday Afternoon.

Indians, Of Course, Have No "theology," And Indeed No Word For The System Of Credulity In Which The White Priests Arrange For God, Who Must Be Entirely Bewildered By It, A Series Of Excuses For His Failures.

I Am Convinced That Everything That Is Worth While In The World Has Been Accomplished By The Free, Inquiring, Critical Spirit, And That The Preservation Of This Spirit Is More Important Than Any Social System Whatsoever. But The Men Of Ritual And The Men Of Barbarism Are Capable Of Shutting Up The Men Of Science And Silencing Them Forever.

The Greatest Mystery About A Human Being Is Not His Reaction To Sex Or Praise, But The Manner In Which He Contrives To Put In Twenty-four Hours A Day. It Is This Which Puzzles The Longshoreman About The Clerk, The Londoner About The Bushman.