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Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire -- in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?

Lord Byron (1788-1824) British poet.

The cosmos is about the smallest hole that a man can hide his head in.

Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936) British journalist, novelist and poet.

Nothing puzzles me more than time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less, as I never think about them.

Charles Lamb (1775-1834) English essayist.

To sum up: 1. The cosmos is a gigantic fly-wheel making 10, 000 revolutions a minute. 2. Man is a sick fly taking a dizzy ride on it. 3. Religion is the theory that the wheel was designed and set spinning to give him the ride.

Henry Louis Mencken (1880-1956) American journalist, satirist and social critic.