The Happiness Of Man Is:

Because We Have For Millenia Made Moral, Aesthetic, Religious Demands On The World, Looked Upon It With Blind Desire, Passion Or Fear, And Abandoned Ourselves To The Bad Habits Of Illogical Thinking, This World Has Gradually Become So Marvelously Variegated, Frightful, Meaningful, Soulful, It Has Acquired Color - But We Have Been The Colorists: It Is The Human Intellect That Has Made Appearances Appear And Transported Its Erroneous Basic Conceptions Into Things.

My Idea Of Paradise Is A Straight Line To Goal

We Have To Learn How To Come Out Of Unclean Situations Cleaner Than We Were, And Even How To Wash Ourselves With Dirty Water Whenwe Need To.

Does Not The Discipline Of The Scientific Spirit Just Commence When One No Longer Harbours Any Conviction?

After Coming Into Contact With A Religious Man I Always Feel I Must Wash My Hands.