"I go on writing in both respectable and despised genres because I respect them all, rejoice in their differences, and reject only the prejudice and ig...
Was he leaving home, or going home?
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"To be an atheist is to maintain God. His existence or his non-existence, it amounts to much the same, on the plane of proof.
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