I Believe Nothing Of My

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

There Is Not A Physicist In The World Who Can Perceive When A Parlor Magician Palms Off Playing-cards.

The Outrageous Is The Reasonable, If Introduced Politely.

I Shut The Front Door Upon Christ And Einstein, And At The Back Door Hold Out A Welcoming Hand To Little Frogs And Periwinkles. I Believe Nothing Of My Own That I Have Ever Written. I Cannot Accept That The Products Of Minds Are Subject-matter For Beliefs.

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