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I Am In A Slight Difficulty Because I Find Myself In A Minute Minority There, In That This Sputnik Didn't Either Interest Me Or Frighten Me, But That's Because I Don't, You See, Believe That The Circumstances Of Life Are The Important Thing.

There Is No Such Things As Darkness, Only A Failure To See.

The Greatest Artists, Saints, Philosophers, And, Until Quite Recent Times, Scientists... Have All Assumed That The New Testament Promise Of Eternal Life Is Valid.... I'd Rather Be Wrong With Dante And Shakespeare And Milton, With Augustine Of Hippo And Francis Of Assisi, With Dr. Johnson, Blake, And Dostoevsky Than Right With Voltaire, Rousseau, The Huxleys, Herbert Spencer, H. G. Wells, And Bernard Shaw.

I Don't Think That It Would Make The Slightest Difference To Life And To The Aspects Of Life That Interest Me If We Could Go To The Moon Tomorrow, Because I Think What Really Makes Life Interesting Is The Big Question "why?"

I Will Lift Mine Eyes Unto The Pills. Almost Everyone Takes Them, From The Humble Aspirin To The Multi-colored, King-sized Three Deckers, Which Put You To Sleep, Wake You Up, Stimulate And Soothe You All In One. It Is An Age Of Pills.