To The Scientist There Is

Man Is An Essentially Superstitious And Fearful Animal. Take Away The Herd's Christian Gods And Saints And They Will Without Failing Come To Worship...something Else.

It Is True That I Have Sent Six Bullets Through The Head Of My Best Friend, And Yet I Hope To Show By This Statement That I Am Not His Murderer.

It Might, Too, Have Been The Singular Cold That Alienated Me; For Such Chilliness Was Abnormal On So Hot A Day, And The Abnormal Always Excites Aversion, Distrust, And Fear.

Nothing Really Known Can Continue To Be Acutely Fascinating.

All I Say Is That I Think It Is Damned Unlikely That Anything Like A Central Cosmic Will, A Spirit World, Or An Eternal Survival Of Personality Exist. They Are The Most Preposterous And Unjustified Of All The Guesses Which Can Be Made About The Universe, And I Am Not Enough Of A Hair-splitter To Pretend That I Don't Regard Them As Arrant And Negligible Moonshine. In Theory I Am An Agnostic, But Pending The Appearance Of Radical Evidence I Must Be Classed, Practically And Provisionally, As An Atheist.