After all, is our idea of God anything more than personified incomprehensibility?

Men still have to be governed by deception.

He swallowed a lot of wisdom, but all of it seems to have gone down the wrong way.

Nothing reveals a man's character better than the kind of joke at which he takes offense.

Why does a suppurating lung give so little warning and a sore on the finger so much?

With God thoughts are colors, with us they are pigments-even the most abstract one may be accompanied by physical pain.

Man is a masterpiece of creation if for no other reason than that, all the weight of evidence for determinism notwithstanding, he believes he has free will.