By degrees, little by little, from time to time, a wise person should remove his own impurities as a smith removes the dross from silver.
I do not see what use a man can be put to, whose word cannot be trusted. How can a wagon be made to go if it has no yoke-bar, or a carriage if it has no collar-bar?
People will ask me: Don’t you believe in God? No, I don’t. I believe in two things above all: Nature and Love. Nature is all-powerful. Love is how I understand the good. It might have been nice to believe in God, often defined as all-powerful and good, but combining the two like that has always posed too much of a contradiction for my poor mind to believe in.
The cosmos is interesting rather than perfect, and everything is not part of some greater plan, nor is all necessarily under control.
