Blessed Are The Sleepy Ones:

All Religions Bear Traces Of The Fact That They Arose During The Intellectual Immaturity Of The Human Race - Before It Had Learned The Obligations To Speak The Truth. Not One Of Them Makes It The Duty Of Its God To Be Truthful And Understandable In His Communications.

No One Dies Of Fatal Truths Nowadays: There Are Too Many Antidotes.

Ah, How Little You Know Of Human Happiness - You Comfortable And Benevolent People! For Happiness And Unhappiness Are Brother And Sister - Or Even Twins Who Grow Up Together - Or In Your Case - Remain Small Together!

The Unlucky Hand Dealt To Clear And Precise Writers Is That People Assume They Are Superficial And So Do Not Go To Any Trouble Inreading Them: And The Lucky Hand Dealt To Unclear Ones Is That The Reader Does Go To Some Trouble And Then Attributes The Pleasure He Experiences In His Own Zeal To Them.

Every Church Is A Stone On The Grave Of A God-man: It Does Not Want Him To Rise Up Again Under Any Circumstances.