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Science Of To-day-the Superstition Of To-morrow. Science Of To-morrow-the Superstition Of To-day.

I Believe Nothing Of My Own That I Have Ever Written.

Venus De Milo. To A Child She Is Ugly. When A Mind Adjusts To Thinking Of Her As A Completeness, Even Though, By Physiologic Standards, Incomplete, She Is Beautiful.

The Earth Is A Farm. We Are Someone Else's Property.

The Fate Of All Explanation Is To Close One Door Only To Have Another Fly Wide Open.