There Is No Grace: There Is No

A Madhouse Of Frenzied Moneymaking And Frenzied Pleasure-seeking, With None Of The Corners Chipped Off. It Is Beautifully Situatedand The Air Reminds One Curiously Of Edinburgh.

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.

Roughly Speaking, Any Man With Energy And Enthusiasm Ought To Be Able To Bring At Least A Dozen Others Round To His Opinion In The Course Of A Year No Matter How Absurd That Opinion Might Be. We See Every Day In Politics, In Business, In Social Life, Large Masses Of People Brought To Embrace The Most Revolutionary Ideas, Sometimes Within A Few Days. It Is All A Question Of Getting Hold Of Them In The Right Way And Working On Their Weak Points.

It Sometimes Strikes Me That The Whole Of Science Is A Piece Of Impudence; That Nature Can Afford To Ignore Our Impertinent Interference. If Our Monkey Mischief Should Ever Reach The Point Of Blowing Up The Earth By Decomposing An Atom, And Even Annihilated The Sun Himself, I Cannot Really Suppose That The Universe Would Turn A Hair.

Intolerance Is Evidence Of Impotence.