For I Am Divided For Love's Sake,

It Is The Mark Of The Mind Untrained To Take Its Own Processes As Valid For All Men, And Its Own Judgments For Absolute Truth.

I Will Interpret Every Phenomenon As A Particular Dealing Of God With My Soul

To Knot A Sentence Up Properly, It Has To Be Thought Out Carefully, And Revised. New Phrases Have To Be Put In; Sudden Changes Of Subject Must Be Introducted; Verbs Must Be Shifted To Unsuspected Localities; Short Words Must Be Excised With Ruthless Hand; Archaisms Must Be Sprinkled Like Sugar-plums Upon The Concoction; The Fatal Human Tendency To Say Things Straightforwardly Must Be Detected And Defeated By Adroit Reversals; And, If A Glimmer Of Meaning Yet Remain Under Close Scrutiny, It Must Be Removed By Replacing All The Principal Verbs By Paraphrases In Some Dead Language.

Anything Which Throws Light Upon The Universe, Anything Which Reveals Us To Ourselves, Should Be Welcome In This World Of Riddles.

There Are No "standards Of Right". Ethics Is Balderdash. Each Star Must Go On Its Own Orbit. To Hell With "moral Principle"; There Is No Such Thing.