Happiness Is Doing It Rotten

The Master Created Humans First As The Lowest Type, Most Easily Formed. Gradually, He Replaced Them By Robots, The Next Higher Step, And Finally He Created Me, To Take The Place Of The Last Humans.

It Seems To Me That God Is A Convenient Invention Of The Human Mind

It Was Obvious That Bigotry Was Never A One-way Operation, That Hatred Bred Hatred!

There's So Much Knowledge To Be Had That Specialists Cling To Their Specialties As A Shield Against Having To Know Anything About Anything Else. They Avoid Being Drowned.

In The Presence Of Total Darkness, The Mind Finds It Absolutely Necessary To Create Light.