Our Laughter Is Always The Laughter Of

Men Do Not Sufficiently Realize That Their Future Is In Their Own Hands. Theirs Is The Task Of Determining First Of All Whether They Want To Go On Living Or Not. Theirs Is The Responsibility, Then, For Deciding If They Want Merely To Live, Or Intend To Make Just The Extra Effort Required For Fulfilling, Even On This Refractory Planet, The Essential Function Of The Universe, Which Is A Machine For The Making Of Gods.

Is It Astonishing That, Like Children Trying To Catch Smoke By Closing Their Hands, Philosophers So Often See The Object They Would Grasp Fly Before Them?

I Cannot Escape The Objection That There Is No State Of Mind, However Simple, That Does Not Change Every Moment

Wherever Anything Lives, There Is, Open Somewhere, A Register In Which Time Is Being Inscribed.

The Only Cure For Vanity Is Laughter. And The Only Fault That's Laughable Is Vanity.