As the skull of the man grows broader, so do his creeds. And his gods they are shaped in his image and mirror his needs. And he clothes them with thunders and beauty, He clothes them with music and fire, Seeing not, as he bows by their altars, That he worships his own desire.

A great many people who spend their time mourning over the brevity of life could make it seem longer if they did a little more work.

I would rather start a family than finish one.

We pay for the mistakes of our ancestors, and it seems only fair that they should leave us the money to pay with.

I love you as New Englanders love pie!

Nearly every night before I go to bed I ask myself, "Have I vibrated in tune with the Infinite today, or have I failed?

Of middle age the best that can be said is that a middle aged person has likely learned how to have a little fun in spite of his troubles.