For all of the creeds are false, and all of the creeds are true; And low at the shrines where my brothers bow, there will I bow too; For no form of a god, and no fashion Man has made in his desperate passion, But is worthy some worship of mine; Not too hot with a gross belief, Nor yet too cold with pride, I will bow me down where my brothers bow, Humble, but open eyed.

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

If the world were not so full of people, and most of them did not have to work so hard, there would be more time for them to get out and lie on the grass, and there would be more grass for them to lie on.

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

Old godheads sink in space and drown Their arks like foundered galleons sucked down.

Vibrations are the key to everything. Atoms used to be, but atoms have quite gone out.

A certain alloy of expediency improves the gold of morality and makes it wear all the longer.