I Could Write Stories Just

Love Is A Strange Master, And Human Nature Is Still Stranger.

The Whole Fabric Of Our Religion Is Based On Superstitious Beliefin Lies That Have Been Foisted Upon Us For Ages By Those Directly Above Us, To Whose Personal Profit And Aggrandizement It Was To Have Us Continue To Believe As They Wished Us To Believe.

The More One Listens To Ordinary Conversations The More Apparent It Becomes That The Reasoning Faculties Of The Brain Take Little Part In The Direction Of The Vocal Organs.

Subconscious Minds Are No Less Fallible Than The Objective Mind.

For A Time Jack Was Angry; But When He Had Been Without The Jacket For A Short While He Began To Realize That Being Half-clothed Is Infinitely More Uncomfortable Than Being Entirely Naked. Soon He Did Not Miss His Clothing In The Least, And From That He Came To Revel In The Freedom Of His Unhampered State.