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To Me A Book Is A Message From The Gods To Mankind; Or, If Not, Should Never Be Published At All. A Message From The Gods Should Be Delivered At Once. It Is Damnably Blasphemous To Talk About The Autumn Season And So On. How Dare The Author Or Publisher Demand A Price For Doing His Duty, The Highest And Most Honorable To Which A Man Can Be Called?

Don't Talk For Five Minutes, There's A Good Chap! I've A Strange Feeling Come Over Me--almost As If I Were Going To Think!

The Discovery Of Radioactivity Created A Momentary Chaos In Chemistry And Physics; But It Soon Led To A Fuller Interpretation Of The Old Ideas. It Dispersed Many Difficulties, Harmonized Many Discords, And Yea, More! It Shewed The Substance Of Universe As A Simplicity Of Light And Life, Manners To Compose Atoms, Themselves Capable Of Deeper Self-realization Through Fresh Complexities And Organizations, Each With Its Own Peculiar Powers And Pleasures, Each Pursuing Its Path Through The World Where All Things Are Possible.

The Joy Of Life Consists In The Exercise Of One's Energies, Continual Growth, Constant Change, The Enjoyment Of Every New Experience. To Stop Means Simply To Die. The Eternal Mistake Of Mankind Is To Set Up An Attainable Ideal.

I Hardly Ever Talk- Words Seem Such A Waste, And They Are None Of Them True. No One Has Yet Invented A Language From My Point Of View.