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.

I once heard the survivors of a colony of ants that had been partially obliterated by a cow's foot seriously debating the intention of the gods towards their civilization.

An idea isn't responsible for the people who believe in it.

Give up the dream that Love may trick the fates To live again somewhere beyond the gleam Of dying stars, or shatter the strong gates Some god has builded high; give up the dream.

It would be a colorless world if each individual did not secretly believe himself superior to almost everyone else.

Just as soon as the uplifters get a country reformed it slips into a nose dive.

Middle age is the time when a man is always thinking that in a week or two he will feel as good as ever.