The most pleasant and useful persons are those who leave some of the problems of the universe for God to worry about.

Fishing is a delusion entirely surrounded by liars in old clothes.

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.

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

A fierce unrest seethes at the core, of all existing things:, it was the eager wish to soar, that gave the gods their wings.

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.

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.