In Literature, There Are Only Oxen. The

I Am Afraid I Shall Not Find Him, But I Shall Still Look For Him, For If He Exists, He May Be Appreciative Of My Efforts.

The Horse Is The Only Animal Into Which One Can Bang Nails.

Man Who Waits For Roast Duck To Fly Into Mouth Must Wait Very, Very Long Time.

We Are Ignorant Of The Beyond Because This Ignorance Is The Condition Of Our Own Life. Just As Ice Cannot Know Fire Except By Melting And Vanishing.

I Have No Religion,’ Says Borneau, ‘but I Respect The Religion Of Others. Religion Is Sacred.’ Why This Privilege, This Immunity?... A Believer Creates God In His Own Image; If He Is Ugly, His God Will Be Morally Ugly. Why Should Moral Ugliness Be Respectable?