The Never-ending Task Of Self Improvement.

We Talk Of Choosing Our Friends, But Friends Are Self-elected.

There Is The Illusion Of Time, Which Is Very Deep; Who Has Disposed Of It? Mor Come To The Conviction That What Seems The Succession Of Thought Is Only The Distribution Of Wholes Into Causal Series.

I Am Become A Transparent Eyeball.

The Religion That Is Afraid Of Science Dishonors God And Commits Suicide. Every Influx Of Atheism, Of Skepticism, Is Thus Made Useful As A Mercury Pill Assaulting And Removing A Diseased Religion, And Making Way For Truth.

I Always Seem To Suffer Some Loss Of Faith On Entering Cities.