The World Is A Dangerous

When We Are Working At Something, We Come Down From Our High Logical Horse And Sniff Around With Our Nose To The Ground. Then We Obliterate Our Traces In Order To Become More God-like.

For Any One Who Is Pervaded With The Sense Of Causal Law In All That Happens, Who Accepts In Real Earnest The Assumption Of Causality, The Idea Of A Being Who Interferes With The Sequence Of Events In The World Is Absolutely Impossible. Neither The Religion Of Fear Nor The Social-moral Religion Can Have Any Hold On Him.

My Only Genius Talent Is Inquisitiveness.

For An Idea Which, At First, Does Not Seem Absurd, There Is No Hope.

The Wing Structure Of The Hornet, In Relation To Its Weight, Is Not Suitable For Flight, But He Does Not Know This And Flies Anyway.