My Mind Is My Laboratory.

The Contemplation Of This World Beckoned As A Liberation (...)the Road To This Paradise Was Not As Comfortable And Alluring As The Road To The Religious Paradise; But It Has Shown Itself Reliable, And I Have Never Regretted Having Chosen It.

If I Were To Start Taking Care Of My Grooming, I Would No Longer Be My Own Self... So The Hell With It... I Will Continue To Be Unconcerned About It, Which Surely Has The Advantage That I'm Left In Peace By Many A Fop Who Would Otherwise Come To See Me.

I Cannot Imagine A God Who Rewards And Punishes The Objects Of His Creation, Whose Purposes Are Modeled After Our Own -- A God, In Short, Who Is But A Reflection Of Human Frailty. Neither Can I Believe That The Individual Survives The Death Of His Body, Although Feeble Souls Harbor Such Thoughts Through Fear Or Ridiculous Egotisms.

Most People Go On Living Their Everyday Life: Half-frightened, Half Indifferent, They Behold The Ghostly Tragic-comedy That Is Being Performed On The International Stage Before The Eyes And Ears Of The World.

Honestly, I Cannot Understand What People Mean When They Talk About The Freedom Of The Human Will. I Have A Feeling, For Instance, That I Will Something Or Other; But What Relation This Has With Freedom I Cannot Understand At All. I Feel That I Will To Light My Pipe And I Do It; But How Can I Connect This Up With The Idea Of Freedom? What Is Behind The Act Of Willing To Light The Pipe ? Another Act Of Willing?