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I Can Find No Room In My Cosmos For A Deity Save As A Waste Product Of Human Weakness, The Excrement Of The Imagination.

Bouillabaisse Is Only Good Because Cooked By The French, Who, If They Cared To Try, Could Produce An Excellent And Nutritious Substitute Out Of Cigar Stumps And Empty Matchboxes.

He Talks About The Scylla Of Atheism And The Charybdis Of Christianity - A State Of Mind Which, By The Way, Is Not Conducive To Bold Navigation.

The Present Age, For All Its Cosmopolitan Hustle, Is Curiously Suburban In Spirit.

A Man Who Is Stingy With Saffron Is Capable Of Seducing His Own Grandmother.