But A Scientific Man Must Live In

A Party Is Like A Sausage Machine, It Grinds Up All Sorts Of Heads Together Into The Same Baloney.

I Go To Scale The Future's Possibilities! Farewell!

The Starving Poet Business Is No Good Nowadays.

Look Into Any Man's Heart You Please, And You Will Always Find, In Every One, At Least One Black Spot Which He Has To Keep Concealed.

I'm Plotting Revolution Against This Lie That The Majority Has A Monopoly Of The Truth. What Are These Truths That Always Bring The Majority Rallying Round? Truths So Elderly They Are Practically Senile. And When A Truth Is As Old As That, Gentlemen, You Can Hardly Tell It From A Lie.