In Every Real Man A Child Is

However Modest One May Be In One's Demand For Intellectual Cleanliness, One Cannot Help Feeling, When Coming Into Contact With The New Testament, A Kind Of Inexpressible Discomfiture: For The Unchecked Impudence With Which The Least Qualified Want To Raise Their Voice On The Greatest Problems, And Even Claim To Be Judges Of Such Things, Surpasses All Measure. The Shameless Levity With Which The Most Intractable Problems (life, World, God, Purpose Of Life) Are Spoken Of, As If They Were Not Problems At All But Simply Things That These Little Bigots Knew!

Whoever Feels Predestined To See And Not To Believe Will Find All Believers Too Noisy And Pushy: He Guards Against Them.

But Every Soil Becomes Finally Exhausted, And The Ploughshare Of Evil Must Always Come Once More.

Thinking About Suicide Is A Potent Consolation: It Helps Us To Get Through Many A Bad Night.

Life Is A Well Of Joy; But For Those Out Of Whom An Upset Stomach Speaks, Which Is The Father Of Melancholy, All Wells Are Poisoned.