Hug me till you drug me, honey; Kiss me till I'm in a coma.

Happiness is a hard master, particularly other people's happiness.

Real progress is progress in charity, all other advances being secondary thereto.

For what we think and feel and are is to a great extent determined by the state of our ductless glands and our viscera.

From their experience or from the recorded experience of others (history), men learn only what their passions and their metaphysical prejudices allow them to learn.

God isn't compatible with machinery and scientific medicine and universal happiness. You must make your choice. Our civilization has chosen machinery and medicine and happiness.

One cubic centimeter cures ten gloomy sentiments.