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My Practise As A Scientist Is Atheistic. That Is To Say, When I Set Up An Experiment I Assume That No God, Angel, Or Devil Is Going To Interfere With Its Course; And This Assumption Has Been Justified By Such Success As I Have Achieved In My Professional Career. I Should Therefore Be Intellectually Dishonest If I Were Not Also Atheistic In The Affairs Of The World. And I Should Be A Coward If I Did Not State My Theoretical Views In Public.

-John B. S. Haldane

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My Practise As A

John B. S. Haldane

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My Practise As A Scientist Is Atheistic. That Is To Say, When I Set Up An Experiment I Assume That No God, Angel, Or Devil Is Going To Interfere With Its Course; And This Assumption Has Been Justified By Such Success As I Have Achieved In My Professional Career. I Should Therefore Be Intellectually Dishonest If I Were Not Also Atheistic In The Affairs Of The World. And I Should Be A Coward If I Did Not State My Theoretical Views In Public.

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