Practically, Science Is True; And

The Nails From A Suicide's Coffin, And The Skull Of The Parricide, Were Of Course No Trouble; For Vesquit Never Traveled Without These Household Requisites.

Every One Interprets Everything In Terms Of His Own Experience. If You Say Anything Which Does Not Touch A Precisely Similar Spot In Another Man's Brain, He Either Misunderstands You, Or Doesn't Understand You At All.

Ever Man Is Eternally Alone. But When You Get Mixed Up With A Fairly Decent Crowd, You Forget That Appalling Fact For Long Enough To Give Your Brain Time To Recover From The Acute Symptoms Of Its Disease - That Of Thinking.

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.

One Must Find Out For Oneself, And Make Sure Beyond Doubt, 'who' One Is, 'what' One Is, 'why' One Is... Being Thus Conscious Of The Proper Course To Pursue, The Next Thing Is To Understand The Conditions Necessary To Following It Out. After That, One Must Eliminate From Oneself Every Element Alien Or Hostile To Success, And Develop Those Parts Of Oneself Which Are Specially Needed To Control The Aforesaid Conditions.