For I Am Divided For Love's Sake,

I Do Not Want To Father A Flock, To Be The Fetish Of Fools And Fanatics Or The Founder Of A Faith Whose Followers Are Content To Echo My Opinions. I Want Each Man To Cut His Own Way Through The Jungle.

To Me A Book Is A Message From The Gods To Mankind; Or, If Not, Should Never Be Published At All. A Message From The Gods Should Be Delivered At Once. It Is Damnably Blasphemous To Talk About The Autumn Season And So On. How Dare The Author Or Publisher Demand A Price For Doing His Duty, The Highest And Most Honorable To Which A Man Can Be Called?

The Conscience Of The World Is So Guilty That It Always Assumes That People Who Investigate Heresies Must Be Heretics; Just As If A Doctor Who Studies Leprosy Must Be A Leper. Indeed, It Is Only Recently That Science Has Been Allowed To Study Anything Without Reproach.

Unspeakable Is The Variety Of Form And Immeasurable The Diversity Of Beauty, But In All Is The Seal Of Unity.

The Supreme Satisfaction Is To Be Able To Despise One's Neighbor And This Fact Goes Far To Account For Religious Intolerance. It Is Evidently Consoling To Reflect That The People Next Door Are Headed For Hell.