I Believe Nothing Of My Own That

I Shut The Front Door Upon Christ And Einstein, And At The Back Door Hold Out A Welcoming Hand To Little Frogs And Periwinkles. I Believe Nothing Of My Own That I Have Ever Written. I Cannot Accept That The Products Of Minds Are Subject-matter For Beliefs.

My Liveliest Interest Is Not So Much In Things, As In Relations Of Things. I Have Spent Much Time Thinking About The Alleged Pseudo-relations That Are Called Coincidences. What If Some Of Them Should Not Be Coincidences?

The Outrageous Is The Reasonable, If Introduced Politely.

All Biologic Phenomena Act To Adjust: There Are No Biologic Actions Other Than Adjustments. Adjustment Is Another Name For Equilibrium. Equilibrium Is The Universal, Or That Which Has Nothing External To Derange It.

If Any Spiritualistic Medium Can Do Stunts, There Is No More Need For Special Conditions Than There Is For A Chemist To Turn Down Lights, Start Operations With A Hymn, And Ask Whether There's Any Chemical Present That Has Affinity With Something Named Hydrogen.