Many A Man Who Thinks To Found

I Can Find No Room In My Cosmos For A Deity Save As A Waste Product Of Human Weakness, The Excrement Of The Imagination.

Why Always "not Yet"? Do Flowers In Spring Say "not Yet"?

There Is So Much Goodness In Real Life- Do Let Us Keep It Out Of Our Books.

Shall I Give You My Recipe For Happiness? I Find Everything Useful And Nothing Indispensable. I Find Everything Wonderful And Nothing Miraculous. I Reverence The Body. I Avoid First Causes Like The Plague.

He Talks About The Scylla Of Atheism And The Charybdis Of Christianity - A State Of Mind Which, By The Way, Is Not Conducive To Bold Navigation.