Madness Is The Result Not Of Uncertainty

To Go On Vegetating In Cowardly Dependence On Physicians And Machinations, After The Meaning Of Life, The Right To Life, Has Been Lost, That Ought To Prompt A Profound Contempt In Society.

Wit Is The Epitaph Of An Emotion.

When Our Brain Feels Too Weak To Deal With Our Opponent's Objections, Our Heart Answers By Casting Suspicion On Their Underlying Motives.

The Less Men Are Fettered By Tradition, The Greater Becomes The Inward Activity Of Their Motives, And Greater Again In Proportion To Their Outer Restlessness.

What Good Is All This Free-thinking, Modernity, And Turncoat Flexibility If At Some Gut Level You Are Still A Christian, A Catholic, And Even A Priest!