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If God Is Dead, Somebody Is Going To Have To Take His Place. It Will Be Megalomania Or Erotomania, The Drive For Power Or The Drive For Pleasure, The Clenched Fist Or The Phallus, Hitler Or Hugh Hefner.

It's Very Nearly Impossible To Tell The Truth In Television.

This Life In Us; However Low It Flickers Or Fiercely Burns, Is Still A Divine Flame Which No Man Dare Presume To Put Out, Be His Motives Never So Humane And Enlightened; To Suppose Otherwise Is To Countenance A Death-wish; Either Life Is Always And In All Circumstances Sacred, Or Intrinsically Of No Account; It Is Inconceivable That It Should Be In Some Cases The One, And In Some The Other.

There Is Something Ridiculous And Even Quite Indecent In An Individual Claiming To Be Happy. Still More A People Or A Nation Making Such A Claim. The Pursuit Of Happiness Is Without Any Question The Most Fatuous Which Could Possibly Be Undertaken. This Lamentable Phrase - The Pursuit Of Happiness - Is Responsible For A Good Part Of The Ills And Miseries Of The Modern World.

My Opinion, My Conviction, Gains Immensely In Strength And Sureness The Minute A Second Mind As Adopted It.