The further the spiritual evolution of mankind advances, the more certain it seems to me that the path to genuine religiosity does not lie through the fear of life, and the fear of death, and blind faith, but through striving after rational knowledge.
Avarice is the sphincter of the heart.
… and thereof do I repent: I only plucked an occasional flower when I might have gathered an ample harvest of fruit — such are the just grounds for the regrets I have …
Force is all-conquering, but its victories are short-lived.
Practice random kindness and senseless acts of beauty.
Contemporary American children, if they are old enough to grasp the concept of Santa Claus by Thanksgiving, are able to see through it by December 15th.
I went to a convent in New York and was fired finally for my insistence that the Immaculate Conception was spontaneous combustion.
The perfect love affair is one which is conducted entirely by post.