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As A Scientist, I Cannot Help Feeling That All Religions Are On A Tottering Foundation . . . I Am An Infidel Today. I Do Not Believe What Had Been Served To Me To Believe. I Am A Doubter, A Questioner, A Skeptic. When It Can Be Proved To Me That There Is Immortality, That There Is Resurrection Beyond The Gates Of Death, Then Will I Believe. Until Then, No.

Prayer May Be Elevating If Combined With Work, And They Who Labor With Head, Hands Or Feet Have Faith And Are Generally Quite Sure Of An Immediate And Favorable Reply.

I Have Learned From Nature That Dependence On Unnatural Beliefs Weakens Us In The Struggle And Shortens Our Breath For The Race.

The Integrity Of One's Own Mind Is Of Infinitely More Value Than Adherence To Any Creed Or System. We Must Choose Between A Dead Faith Belonging To The Past And A Living, Growing Ever-advancing Science Belonging To The Future.

Science, Which Is Only Another Name For Truth, Now Holds Religious Charlatans, Self-deceivers And God Agents In A Certain Degree Of Check--agents And Employees, I Mean, Of A Mythical, Medieval, Man-made God, Anthropomorphic In Constitution.