I Do Not Believe In The Commercial

You Can Drop A Mouse Down A Thousand-yard Mine Shaft And, On Arriving At The Bottom, It Gets A Slight Shock And Walks Away. A Rat Would Probably Be Killed, Though It Can Fall Safely From The Eleventh Story Of A Building, A Man Is Broken, A Horse Splashes.

My Final Word, Before I'm Done, Is "cancer Can Be Rather Fun"- Provided One Confronts The Tumour With A Sufficient Sense Of Humour. I Know That Cancer Often Kills, But So Do Cars And Sleeping Pills; And It Can Hurt Till One Sweats, So Can Bad Teeth And Unpaid Debts. A Spot Of Laughter, I Am Sure, Often Accelerates One's Cure; So Let Us Patients Do Our Bit To Help The Surgeons Make Us Fit.

The Future Will Be No Primrose Path. It Will Have Its Own Problems. Some Will Be The Secular Problems Of The Past, Giant Flowers Of Evil Blossoming At Last To Their Own Destruction. Others Will Be Wholly New.

It Seems To Me Immensely Unlikely That Mind Is A Mere By-product Of Matter. For If My Mental Processes Are Determined Wholly By The Motions Of Atoms In My Brain I Have No Reason To Suppose That My Beliefs Are True. They May Be Sound Chemically, But That Does Not Make Them Sound Logically. And Hence I Have No Reason For Supposing My Brain To Be Composed Of Atoms.

I Will Jump Into The River To Save Two Brothers Or Eight Cousins.